Sunshine

Good morning.

How did you sleep?

I'm sorry.

Blurred Vision

Here's a song from my childhood that fits me quite well today.

Shouldn't Be Surprised

I forgot what it feels like when someone cares about you and cares for you. Then you came along. You really care, don't you? You care enough to go out of your way for me. You care enough to help me. You even care enough to get mad at me when I don't seem to care. I can't put it into words what that feels like. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for caring. Thank you for all that you do.
For all that you are.

Butterfly

What does it mean when your heart breaks for someone? When they hurt? What does it mean when you are sad because someone else is sad? When they feel pain?

And what does it mean when it makes you happy that they are happy? That they feel good? What does it mean when your own hurt feelings get forgotten because someone else is on top of the world?

I think that's called love. I think that's real love. Not infatuation. Not obsession. Real, down-to-earth love. I think that's as pure as it comes.

That's what I feel for you.

The. Most. Beautiful.

Sometimes I wonder... The things I say. Do they still mean to you what they meant to you two months ago? Do they still have the same effect? Or do they just roll off your back? Do they go in one ear and right out the other?

I suppose I can't blame you if that's the case. Between my "sorries" and the fact that I say the same things over and over, I can understand if they start to lose their meaning.

But I need you to know something. When I tell you how beautiful you are or how amazing you look, I've never been more sincere. You need to understand that you really are the most beautiful. Period.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Summer. The time of year every guy gets excited for. Why? The summer brings heat. And in that heat, the ladies wear less and less clothing.

Everywhere you look, there's a half naked woman walking down the sidewalk or waiting for the bus. Eye candy everywhere. And every one of them sexy as can be. But this summer I've noticed something different.

When I see these girls walking around for everyone to see, attractive as they are, all I can think about is you. About how much more beautiful you are. They really have nothing on you.

Your beauty is so much more than physical. Your mind makes you sexy. Your humour makes you tempting. Your intelligence makes you irresistible.

But I cannot count out your physical beauty. Your eyes, your lips, your breasts, your hips. There's not an inch of you that isn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And unlike these girls who show nearly everything, you don't have to show anything to far surpass any beauty they may have. I would choose you in Arctic expedition gear over any size zero girl in a bikini.

Is this my most eloquent writing? Not by a long shot. But I don't care. The more I think about you, the more I want to shout at the top of my lungs about how beautiful you are.

This post is megaphone.

Did I Wake You?

Just when I think you've run out of surprises, you go and call me out of the blue. How are you still blowing my mind?