I believe
- Friend: Do you believe in God?
- Me: I believe in something higher than man but not one almighty being. And I will tell you that ever since my father passed away I always pray to him - because him, him I believe in.
I love this girl so much on the right…(cause I always look like a moron)
I have made two very good friends at LCB. One is 31 and one is 19. The 19 yr old is with her first boyfriend and first love. She is doubting. My other friend and I have had two very different experiences with our first loves. She stayed with hers for 10 years. I stayed with mine for 4 years (on and off). So the 19 yr old asked for advice.
Mine was that everyone else has been less than the first. The first is the first feeling of love. Of intimacy. That if you can keep and maintain, it’s worth holding on. But I knew if I stayed with mine, I wouldn’t experience more. Wouldn’t experience NYC, Paris, Culinary School. I would have stayed, stayed for him, in his reality. But we never “ran our course” as some say. We broke up because we had to. But now I know we needed to.
My other friend said she wishes they would have had the break to test. Test their love. Their faithfulness. Their relationship.
There is no right answer. But each girl said that because I said everyone else has been just a little bit “less” means I haven’t found the “the one”.
I disagreed.
They have always been just a little bit “less” because he was the first. The first person I ever loved outside my family. The first person I wanted to tell anything (before my sister). My first ever confident outside my family. The first person I ever trusted more than anyone else.
You can never replace. You can never aspire. But you can find different. And that I’m happy with that. It’s not about competing. It’s about fulfilling.
I watched this movie this afternoon and I couldn’t stop crying afterward.
It follows four Chinese-American girls who are adopted from China and their experiences with adoption.
One of the girls goes back to China to find her birth family and does so by putting up posters in small towns. Within a few hours she had found her father and sisters.
The reality of her adoption is that her mother gave her away when her father went to another village. When he found out he tried to find her.
When she met him for the first time, you could see the love and hurt in his eyes that this was the daughter he had lost.
She goes to the village where she shares lunch with her family and when they all say goodbye, the father didn’t want to let her go. He was quiet, and held her hand, and she got into the van. He then followed the van and it had to stop several times so he could hold her hand again and again, before he let her go again.
It’s a miracle that they found each other again, but his love for her, you know never left him.
This. Is. Love.
And I love how she checks three times at the end if he’s still thereMy friend keeps telling me over and over again that if he’s not willing to make me a priority then I can’t make him mine.
I keep practicing what he preaches but it’s tiring sometimes to watch how easily they fall.
Remember when you were in high school, or college and you suddenly found yourself hanging out with a guy. The guy you kinda liked, then you liked some more, and then you were suddenly together without the “what are we? where is this going?” conversation? Things just fell into a rhythm. You spent time together, made plans while together, and suddenly your future was immediately intertwined.
I just keep waiting for that feeling, easiness, again.
It’ll come.
Today I went to a French cemetery - in Montaparsse to be exact.
What really struck me was the amazing uniqueness not only to the graves but the monuments, tombs and grave stones. What was also amazing were the amount of items left on graves for loved ones.
Buttons. Broaches. Bottles full of different sand. A wind chime.
At home I just left flowers for my dad but was never satisfied with the choice. I’ve been completely inspired now and hopefully will bring him something back from all my travels - so he knows (and everyone else who visits) that he is never forgotten and still apart of this life.
Good thing I picked up that pebble in Nice - I knew it had a purpose.
c’est vrai