life is all feeling, isn't it? we run off of emotions; love, hate, happiness and anger.
at the end of the day our emotions, or lack thereof define us.
so i guess, the question is: how do you want to be remembered?

you're enchanting, plain and simple.

there's just something about you that has captured my very soul,
and no matter what i try to do, you're still the single most important part of my life.

when he makes you feel beautiful after three days without a shower,
gross pool hair, and stained sweatpants, you know he's the one.

somewhere along the way our paths just began to separate,
it was no ones fault, and no ones mistake.
sometimes we're just meant to come together and walk away.

hope is when in the midst of all heartache, fear, and brokenness;
you find something simply and stunningly beautiful.

i don't know how to explain it, its like every part of you just knows.

i want to believe in you, in us, and in forever.
but too many people have shattered that dream for me too many times.
i just need to know now, before i get too in love, if you are the one.
the one who is different, who really means what he says.
the one man who deserves this strange, beautiful, girl that defines me.

i am strength, i am beauty, i am everything you told me i was not.
i am because you refused to let me be.

its funny how the ones who tear you apart, eventually make you stronger.

sometimes you just hit that spot in your life where you just know,
everything you went through was to get you to this place.

purpose, that's what i believe in. everything being for a reason,
and everything having some sort of lesson; big or small. i believe.

why? you want to know why?  because every time i've needed someone,
every time i feel lost or alone or afraid, there you are.
the one holding your hand out, the one who always saves me.

its because even at my worst, you still love me the same amount.

you show me beauty in so many ways; a kiss on the forehead,
an arm around my side, holding my hand in comfort, in the way you laugh,
the way you excite me and show me new things.

it was one of those moments in time where you just felt everything shift,
and you knew that no matter what, you would always remember that day.

its so rare that these things come along, so you have to take hold of it.
grasp it with everything you've got, and love it with everything in you.

in the end its not just the same story, because its yours.
tailored specifically to make you who you are, and that's important.

You know what, you're right.  You two are perfect for each other.

You're equally messed up, equally twisted.

You both deserve what you have coming for you.

I didn't want that lifestyle, that's why I didn't pick him.

And now, looking at you two, I'm so thankful.

We have our problems, but at the end of the day we love each other.

My husband and I, we really do balance each other out.

We fight for each other, next to each other, and with each other.

Marriage is hard, and its harder with a baby on the way.

You, you two make it look like hell.  Maybe that's the lack of love,

Or the lack of trust, faith, and reliability.

He's known for bailing out when it gets too tough, just remember that.

You know how many times I watched him walk away, honey?

Not just from me, but from every girl that ever tried to get close.

It's what he does,  he finds an excuse and he leaves.

And then there's you, who barrels her way through everything with brute force.

You refuse to be told 'no', and he gave way to what you wanted. Marriage.

I just hope you're strong enough to keep you both together.

Because at the first sign of pain or problems, he'll threaten to leave.

He's got that whole "woe is me" thing down pat.

So girls think they can be his savior, they can make a difference.
 
But in the end its a hook-like-and-sink-them kind of game for him.

Its always the same pattern, same story, and I don't think you're the different girl.

I want him to be happy with someone, I really do.

But that doesn't mean it will happen.  He has to fix his own problems first.

He has to learn how to be selfless, how to ignore his own feelings for someone else.

He's got so much to learn without a girl at his side, and he can't do it.

I almost feel sorry for you guys in a way.  But I also really enjoy seeing you two suffer,
just like I told him you would.