therewerebirds:

triflesandparsnips:

This morning my daughter, who is nearly four, saw the stretch marks on my hips and stomach. She ran her hands over them and asked what they were.

“I got them when I grew up,” I said, “and a few more when I had you.” I grinned down at her. “They’re my stripes. You’ll get stripes too when you grow up.”

She was overjoyed. “Really?”

I think she’s in her room now, pretending to be a tiger.

This is what we need to teach. 

I don’t do this for many people.

I have a complex - the I’m-always-right complex. I make bonds full of emotions and still be able to look at the rational side at it. I make emotional things rational. I turn feelings into thoughts, heart into brain.

For most of the time, I’m happy with this. I’m seen as detached, ‘without feelings’, and I laugh whenever people mention this to me because I know I’m probably the most emotional person if I don’t think.

I don’t have many friends, because they’ve hurt me one too many times.

I’m cautious, tentative, aware when I plunge into new relationships.

I’m mostly scared, but trying to be brave.

But when it comes to you..

I’ve had my 20 seconds of insane courage. And yes, with you, something really amazing did come of it.

I probably won’t do this for anyone else, because I wouldn’t know how to begin in the first place.

I hope that this is it, that you’re it.

I’ll wait. I’ll always be waiting, for you.

time is a currency we’re

required to spend, a

measurement lost before

it can be counted. I don’t

know where I’d keep

my time, if I could, whether

I’d store it in a bank or under

my mattress or in envelopes

scattered throughout my house.

I think, if I had a choice, I still

would have spent it on you.

(Source: laughingcrying)