#novembernotes

"I am thankful for the miracles in my life. Like you." #sarahdoughty

“I am thankful for the miracles in my life. Like you.” It’s a bittersweet thing, to find yourself growing older. Another year gone. But this year, instead of mourning what couldn’t be, I’m celebrating the fact that I’m still here. That I’m still able to see miracles every day. To see the faces of the ones I love. Like you. © Sarah Doughty 2017 So thank you, for spending this moment with me. Thank…

"You shot that arrow and I was done. I loved you." #sarahdoughty

“You shot that arrow and I was done. I loved you.” You shot that arrow and I was done. You collided with my heart and I knew I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. It was like a spark, igniting me in open flame. I no longer needed the sun, because you were a source of light I never wanted to live without. But I never said I couldn’t live without it. I’m stronger than that. © Sarah…

"I remember. I remember laying awake at night. Waiting for you." #sarahdoughty

“I remember. I remember laying awake at night. Waiting for you.” I remember. I remember laying awake at night, watching my door. Listening for the low roar of the garage door. The scent of barely-cooked steak wafting up to my room. It was all a prelude to you ascending those stairs and turning the opposite direction down the hall. That’s when I know my time is up. My only question — in the…

"I watched you in the starlight, and my heart leapt out of my chest." #sarahdoughty

“I watched you in the starlight, and my heart leapt out of my chest.” I watched you in the starlight, and my heart leapt out of my chest. Asking myself how I never saw such beauty before, I felt like I could see for the first time. In the shadows, your eyes glittered and the planes for your jaw were in Stark relief. You were mesmerizing and I never wanted to look away. Every time I see you in the…

“No matter how many hits I receive, I have the comfort of knowing who I am and what I’ve overcome.” No, this life of mine has never been easy. It seems as though I’ve been fighting some kind of war during every stage. A fight to survive. A fight to fit in. Make friends, not acquaintances of convenience. Try to live a life that had some sort of meaning after everything that happened. But school…

“And I am damned lucky to have you and call you mine.” This isn’t another love letter. You are far more than a soul that is loved. You are everything I dreamed of as a child, wishing for her happy ever after. And even during the toughest of times, you’ve been there. Unwavering in your support. How could words ever encompass all that is you? But, the more I think about it, the more I don’t want to…