Pretty Sweet Thoughts

“Go easy on yourself. Whatever you do today, let it be enough.”

If you have the courage to make it through a lonely night with nothing but your self-destructive thoughts to keep you company; darling, you have the courage to make it through anything.

“Yeah, I’m aware,” he tells her, “that both you and I are a mess.” “But hey, isn’t that what life is?” He slipped his hand into hers and gazed into her eyes, “Life is messy, love,” he said quietly, “and I need you.” “I need your beautiful mess, just entirely you.”

You learn to speak by speaking, to study by studying, to run by running, to work by working; in just the same way, you learn to love by loving.

“Is it love?” “I don’t know,” he answered his friend, “but the moment she spoke, I couldn’t look away at all.” Like a child, he began to fidget with his fingers as he went on, “I think I could just look at her like that and listen to her for the rest of my life.”

Maybe I wanted a little bit of this, and a little less of that. Perhaps I wanted to stop and save the world, or run away from it. I was never sure of anything I did, of what to do, yet I was so sure of you.

How you love yourself is how you teach others to love you.

It’s Monday, and your hair is messy. You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt as you moan about the day of the week - and I love you. It’s Tuesday, and you’re stumbling your way around the room, trying to sort out the things you have to do. You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose, asking me about my day - and I love you. It’s Wednesday, and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch. You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) - and I love you. It’s Thursday, and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring, but you’re still moaning about how the week is going by too slow for your tastes - and I love you. It’s Friday, and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks you’ve prepared when I was gone. You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms - and I love you. It’s Saturday, and you’re feeling lazy. You won’t let me leave your arms (or is it the other way around?) So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder how much time we have left before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces - and I love you. It’s Sunday, and there’s nothing much to say but I love you.