You ask me what you should do to get over your feelings for someone.
The simple answer: you can't.
Instead, embrace the feelings and take comfort in knowing that you're one of the few people in this world who experienced love on that level. Pity the poor souls who never will.
1 Corinthians 13:
"When completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; but one day, we shall see face to face. Now I know only in part; one day I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
To all the storms I've chased.
Years I spent, catching the hint of a breeze, the sweet smell of rain, but nothing could have prepared me for you. You swept in and lit up my life, electric, dancing winds swirled above my head, descending playfully to toss my hair, an occasional drop of rain bouncing lightly off my cheek. Just when I began to comprehend, and I reached out my hand to embrace, you slipped through my fingers, elusively, and then you were gone.. and I was left standing in your wake, my hair tousled and wind-blown, eyes wide with shock, longing for more, even a hint of what I had experienced, and instead left empty, alone. I did not understand, then.
I had caught a taste and wanted more.. I followed another storm, and new sensations filled my world. Young and inexperienced, but bright, and full of wonder, I laughed and loved and enjoyed the ride while it lasted.
So engaged was I in chasing storms that I did not notice the tremors beneath me. My very foundation collapsed, and I found myself standing on the edge of a chasm, lost and frightened. When my world below me crumbled, I looked to the skies, and I found you. Warm and comforting, you carried me to the clouds, and together we created our own world, an escape from cold reality. Nurtured by your warm gentle winds I lay, protected, until I was again ready to fly.
Gathering clouds in the distance held my gaze. Flickers of light and dark played on the surface and belied the torrential winds within. A new storm approached on the horizon, and I longed for a taste. Rare and complex, I yearned to capture, to tame the raw power and beauty I beheld, but in vain. The time we spent, however, was precious; my own storm within me grew, and in turn I watched yours develop and refine, and what started as something unique became truly magnificent. At a distance, now, we feed of the force of the other, each more intense and passionate from what is shared.
For a while I spent much time alone. A beautiful storm passed by, but I did not chase; I waited, gathering my strength, learning to live on my own. And then, there was you.
Dark, brooding clouds whispered the promise of something tantalizing. For the first time, I found myself drawn inexorably toward the certain danger which my intuition sensed. This storm was different; its violent winds careened about carelessly, swirling inward, both powerful and self-destructive. There could be only one outcome of this chase; I would get hurt, and I knew it. I didn't care. Intoxicated, I became swept up, and only too late did I try to escape, to find myself dragged helplessly ever inward. Finally I pulled away, weathered, torn, longing for solace.
I emerged broken and vulnerable. Blinking, I stepped into the sun, and a light breeze turned my head. Warm rain washed me clean; I embraced the sensation. You were a light summer rain to rejuvenate my mind and heart.
Now, I'm ready to return to the real storm chasing. Perhaps, this time, I'll let the storms chase me.
Years I spent, catching the hint of a breeze, the sweet smell of rain, but nothing could have prepared me for you. You swept in and lit up my life, electric, dancing winds swirled above my head, descending playfully to toss my hair, an occasional drop of rain bouncing lightly off my cheek. Just when I began to comprehend, and I reached out my hand to embrace, you slipped through my fingers, elusively, and then you were gone.. and I was left standing in your wake, my hair tousled and wind-blown, eyes wide with shock, longing for more, even a hint of what I had experienced, and instead left empty, alone. I did not understand, then.
I had caught a taste and wanted more.. I followed another storm, and new sensations filled my world. Young and inexperienced, but bright, and full of wonder, I laughed and loved and enjoyed the ride while it lasted.
So engaged was I in chasing storms that I did not notice the tremors beneath me. My very foundation collapsed, and I found myself standing on the edge of a chasm, lost and frightened. When my world below me crumbled, I looked to the skies, and I found you. Warm and comforting, you carried me to the clouds, and together we created our own world, an escape from cold reality. Nurtured by your warm gentle winds I lay, protected, until I was again ready to fly.
Gathering clouds in the distance held my gaze. Flickers of light and dark played on the surface and belied the torrential winds within. A new storm approached on the horizon, and I longed for a taste. Rare and complex, I yearned to capture, to tame the raw power and beauty I beheld, but in vain. The time we spent, however, was precious; my own storm within me grew, and in turn I watched yours develop and refine, and what started as something unique became truly magnificent. At a distance, now, we feed of the force of the other, each more intense and passionate from what is shared.
For a while I spent much time alone. A beautiful storm passed by, but I did not chase; I waited, gathering my strength, learning to live on my own. And then, there was you.
Dark, brooding clouds whispered the promise of something tantalizing. For the first time, I found myself drawn inexorably toward the certain danger which my intuition sensed. This storm was different; its violent winds careened about carelessly, swirling inward, both powerful and self-destructive. There could be only one outcome of this chase; I would get hurt, and I knew it. I didn't care. Intoxicated, I became swept up, and only too late did I try to escape, to find myself dragged helplessly ever inward. Finally I pulled away, weathered, torn, longing for solace.
I emerged broken and vulnerable. Blinking, I stepped into the sun, and a light breeze turned my head. Warm rain washed me clean; I embraced the sensation. You were a light summer rain to rejuvenate my mind and heart.
Now, I'm ready to return to the real storm chasing. Perhaps, this time, I'll let the storms chase me.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Trying to pick out a Halloween costume to make or buy, whatever is cheaper.. it needs to be nerdy/epic/silly. Ideally something that would work as a pair with Christophe for when he's out here for Halloween :) Ideas, anyone?
EDIT: The ideas you guys came up with on Facebook are amazing. So far, the winner is an Elmo-themed version of this:
http://www.motifake.com/sesame-street-slayer-cosplay-demotivational-posters-101124.html
Keep the suggestions coming!
EDIT: The ideas you guys came up with on Facebook are amazing. So far, the winner is an Elmo-themed version of this:
http://www.motifake.com/sesame-street-slayer-cosplay-demotivational-posters-101124.html
Keep the suggestions coming!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Melody of Your Demise
One of my favorite artists wrote a story to go along with her painting. Enjoy...
"Tales speak of how Mehach, Goddess of Death, used to visit the world of Aii Chriaston in the past. She would herself step down from her ebony keep, and gently weave and coax souls from their discarded shells - and legends speak of how she, when gathering souls from a battlefield, met a wounded, but still breathing young man by the name of Ereyon.
Ereyon was beautiful in a way the Goddess had never seen before - she had seen beauty in Gods, but here, she saw beauty in life. In his pulse, in the beat of his heart, and she came to love him - and he came to love her.
She visited him every night, and every night they kissed. For nearly a year, they were together, but Ereyon had a secret he did not share with his mistress. Though her presence when she was with him was dimmed down - she was still Death, and she was slowly killing him. Rather than telling her, and losing what little time he had left with her, he kept quiet, and wasted away. Mehach was blinded by her love for him and suspected nothing until the day he actually died - and she felt his passing from her throne.
He did not come to her, though, as souls should. He clung to his grave and haunted the cemetery at night. Mehach called for him but he would not come - so she was forced to go down to him once again.
He did not want to go to the ebony keep, because he knew that then he would lose his memories and his love for her - he would lose what he had left. Haunting the cemetery, at least, would let him remember what they had shared.
Mehach spent the night in the graveyard, playing her harp - weaving patterns of his soul through her fingers, until, quiet as the wraith he was, he could no longer resist... and floated towards her, kissing her cheek - and she kissed him in return and thus stole his memories, and his love, and all that he once was... truly stealing his life before taking him back to the dark keep.
It is said that after this incident, after the tragic death of Ereyon, the Goddess of Death has never been seen on Aii Chriaston again."
Friday, September 23, 2011
Who knew that it would take the only other person uniquely positioned to understand our situation to open my eyes completely.
Regardless of how long we had been dating, you had been around me for nearly a year. You had seen the way I interact with people. I'm an open, engaging, flirtatious, friendly person with unbridled passion and enthusiasm in all of my interactions with other people. It's what makes me who I am. You've seen it. You knew it about me long before we started dating. It's part of what you claimed to love about me. To expect me to act any differently when we were together was your mistake.
Just because I'm passionate and flirtatious doesn't mean my love isn't true; I'm incredibly loyal, I always have been, and I always will be. And people who know and love me can appreciate that quality about me.
The trouble is, while you'd seen me be myself around people online plenty of times, you hadn't seen it in person, and it had never been checked against your level of insecurity and pride. When that happened, both times, you simply couldn't handle it.
The only thing I ever did wrong with you was be myself.
You have a lot of issues to work out. I would have been there for you, had you let me. But now you're on your own.
I'm closing the pages on this chapter. I have no regrets, and it's time to move on.
Regardless of how long we had been dating, you had been around me for nearly a year. You had seen the way I interact with people. I'm an open, engaging, flirtatious, friendly person with unbridled passion and enthusiasm in all of my interactions with other people. It's what makes me who I am. You've seen it. You knew it about me long before we started dating. It's part of what you claimed to love about me. To expect me to act any differently when we were together was your mistake.
Just because I'm passionate and flirtatious doesn't mean my love isn't true; I'm incredibly loyal, I always have been, and I always will be. And people who know and love me can appreciate that quality about me.
The trouble is, while you'd seen me be myself around people online plenty of times, you hadn't seen it in person, and it had never been checked against your level of insecurity and pride. When that happened, both times, you simply couldn't handle it.
The only thing I ever did wrong with you was be myself.
You have a lot of issues to work out. I would have been there for you, had you let me. But now you're on your own.
I'm closing the pages on this chapter. I have no regrets, and it's time to move on.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Can't sleep, and I have to teach a class in 5 hours, ugh. Instead of much-needed rest, I did the next best thing: I went through my old screenshots and picked a few of my favorites. :)
Lich King 10m reg, our first kill, I think we were 10th on the server. Still incredibly proud of it.
Server first heroic 10m; probably the most gratifying thing I've done in WoW, except perhaps the 25m heroic kill, for different reasons..
Epic walk through Dalaran after we got Argent Defender. I miss old times. When life was so simple, when I actually had time to play, when the world was so big, and we owned it.
Best drunken whispers ever <3
Still makes me smile..
Hands down, best RP ever. Still gives me chills thinking about it.
If only I could believe it.
She's done, for now. Please click to see detail! Since my drawing book is so small, I could only draw half the figure sadly. I feel bad drawing through my social science class these days; it seems like the professor plans every class around me. The first commentary he talks about is mine, he brings up all my points, and he asks for my opinion constantly. How do you become a teacher's pet in a social science class? Make it known that you're the only one in the room who actually understands the hard science behind everything being discussed. Respect is a lovely thing.
Speaking of lovely things, the lilies have almost all bloomed; my whole apartment smells like a garden...
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