I was so young when I met you. Like the young where I didn’t know who I was and wasn’t sure about where I belonged… young. The young where being in love was such a magical fantasy, but I knew I wanted to experience the magic, at least for a little while. I thought I’d experienced it with you. Or at least felt like I was about to.
Disclaimer. I’m just going to be honest. This is all about me being honest about my feelings. This is my truth. I don’t want to know what you were really thinking during that time or what you were playing at because it doesn’t matter. What matters is me keeping that time in my life intact for memories sake. I know now, that it was all bullshit, but hey… it was a time in my life that taught me a great deal. So in my eyes it wasn’t bullshit, in fact it was the complete opposite. It was meaningful.
Surprisingly, that’s a question my friends ask me often. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been single for a bit OR because they think I’m so great and know I deserve someone just as great. Hehehe.
I think it’s the latter LOL, or maybe a bit of both?
The more people have begun to ask me, the more I’ve started really thinking about my answer and what I’m really looking for. Yeah I’ve dated here and there, having my fair share of flings but nothing that would constitute being worthy of a mention.
After taking some time to think, I now know exactly what I’m looking for; someone to hold my hand.
In order to love someone else, you must first learn to love yourself.
I’m sure in someway, shape, or form we’ve all heard this statement time and time again. I mean, growing up, that’s all I ever heard. Childishly, I always figured it didn’t really mean anything because I knew I loved my mom; my dad; my family, but I wasn’t always so sure what it meant to love myself. As I entered into my teen years, life’s experiences got in the way and the negativity of my peers took center stage.
Kids were cruel, and at a young age (being oh so impressionable) I began to second guess who I was and the simple importance of me.
Hola babes! I’m back again with another new post. Whoop whoop!
Am I on a roll OR WHAT?
Ever since re-familiarizing myself with what inspires me, I’ve had an eagerness to be back on the blog posting and chatting with you guys constantly. It makes me feel so good to know that a lack of inspiration happens to the best of us, but as long as we find it again; everything will be okay.
So in finding that inspiration, it’s made me reevaluate my thoughts about the direction I want to go in with, With Love, Thelms and why I started it in the first place.
Okay. Okay. I know what you’re thinking. You haven’t even started reading and you’re thinking ‘how can she convince me that Sundays are the best day of the week.’ For you & for me, Sundays signal the end of the weekend and the precursor to the work week or school week beginning. Knowing that, it can be really hard to look past that factor and focus on the benefits that Sundays bring. Continue Reading