The Original Runaway Heart

Never again shall my heart run away. I have found a place for it... a sacred temple. It's placed rightfully with his... and they fit together, like a perfect puzzle, like a symphony in perfect rhythm. A firework show goes off with each kiss... an explosion of life, it truly takes your breath away and leaves you in awe. I am truly, hopelessly... in love. I was terrified, yet completely calm the first time I said " I love you", yet I knew I didn't need to say it, I knew he could feel it radiating from each smile,each embrace and each kiss. I laid in his arms, his fingertips gently caressing my cheek as I whispered with my head buried into his chest, placed against his heart " I love you..." I whispered so softly it would have sounded like a breath of air escaping my mouth. There was silence that felt as though it went on forever, And I could hear his heart thumping eagerly at my words... he then wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace, kissing m

I was taught a valuable thing long ago... And many, many things have happened since to disrupt this wonderful though and lesson learned... But somehow it has bounced back to me, And of course I am forever grateful. I was taught that there is a difference between loving someone... and being IN love with someone. Loving someone, Is unconditional if it''s true, deep...meaningful, also.. it is to care for them, to enjoy their company, to protect them. To honor them, respect them. The list goes on and on. To be IN LOVE with someone, Is to feel an attraction to them, not only their appearance, but for who they are inside, for what they represent, for the way you and that person feel around each other. To be IN love with someone is to truly let them into your heart, to drop your guard to them and truly let them in. To trust and respect them, As you should regardless of your connection to that person. I was taught the difference, Because someone once told me that I did not love him..

wow... let me start by saying I am sorry for not posting on this blog in ages... there's been a lot to talk about too, so it's strange for me to post in my "sitcom" blog, and not my personal one. I've faced... yet again more problems with the original ex, he moved out completely after having a huge fight with me.... But things HAVE been looking up for me, and for my son. I wanted to get a tattoo as a symbol to me, as a sign that shows my struggle... That I have an inner darker side, but it is surpressed, it is contained. The tattoo would be of the "Dark Mark" from Harry Potter... all of Lord Voldemort's follwers ( the death eaters) have the honors of getting a tattoo on their forearms of a skull, with a snake coming out of the mouth to represent it's tongue, and swirls into a figure 8 down the wrist.  since Lord Voldemort was defeated after all 7 pieces of his soul were destroyed in animate objects, it makes me think... all of his followers have