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A fresh start.

Let’s turn this into forever. I want to build our lives together, start a family, and make all our dreams come true. My world revolves around you now.

From this day forward, you’ll never doubt that you’re cherished. I love you.

Love used to be rare.
It used to be that you searched your entire life, and if you were lucky? You found someone you truly loved. But odds are, they didn't love you back, or maybe they did love you, but you loved someone else. It was a painful cycle; you went from person to person, searching for that missing piece of yourself somewhere inside one of them.                                                                 But when you thought it wasnt worth it anymore, when your heart just couldn't handle the burden of being incomplete, you found the will to move forward, you pulled yourself out of the bottom of that chocolate ice cream tub and moved on with your life just like everyone else had to do. And maybe, you kept searching; maybe you decided that you were content with being alone. But either way you found a way for love to make you happy, whether it be that you found that person who had that missing piece or you simply found a way to love yourself and there was never a need for another. Love always Natuarally found a way to affect people both negatively and positively but in the end, love used to be horribly gratifying.

Now? Love isn't rare. You can find it in a coffee shop; as a matter of fact you could find it in just about any coffee shop on this street. You could pay a hundred and fifty bucks for it on the streets of downtown Seattle or you could take it home from the casino. This is what love is these days. Love isnt a beautiful feeling, it isn't about finding the missing piece. Love is about who can give you a better ******, or who can make a better sandwich. Love has changed from what it used to be, a challenge to find a person who feels as strongly about you as you do about him, to a competition about who can offer you the most. The real meaning of love has been distorted. And now, we dont even have to search for it. Excuse me, I guess we do search, but not the real way. We dont have to leave it up to fate and get our hearts broken time and time again. We fill out a profile, upload a picture that has been messed with for hours, perfecting our hair or cutting a few inches off our waist. Then we press search, and instantly, there are hundreds of people who are perfect for you, guaranteed or your money back! But five years down the road, when you’ve married and divorced several of these “soul mates” you were matched with, there’s no refund then. Now you'll pick someone who has the most to offer you, tell him that he’s your one and only and have an empty, emotionless relationship that will only be ruined when he catches you sleeping with the pool boy.
Now, love is just horrible.

The irony in this situation is overwhelming.
Night after night, I lay awake,
Remembering a time when I wasn’t contained in this wretched Asylum.
When I could look to the sky and see the stars,
When only I had control over my thought and actions.
My memories of the outside keep me sane,
This is where the irony comes into play…

I remember the dark skies,
Illuminated by the vivid stars,
Making meanings lucid
and showing past wrongs.
I’ll inevitably be here for quite awhile.
So all I have is the sudden flashbacks,
More than welcome in my lonely mind.
To motivate my escape,
I think of the peaceful world,
In the dead of night,
The soft glow shinning over the town’s sleeping inhabitants.
All of this will remind me why I need to get back on the outside,
All of this will keep me sane.

Fifty years down the road,
I hope I remember,
                     The long nights,
                     And the more than crazy fights.
When I've lived so long that my memories start to blur,
I hope i remember
                      The love we shared
                      And the way you cared.
looking back now, i think i would never forget, but thoughts slip my mind
And i hope i remember,
                       The long phone calls when we were apart,
                       And your love i felt, deep in my heart.
You may not be near to remind me, so i need a way to keep these memories close over the years,
Because i have to remember,
                        The connection we had,
                        And times both good and bad.
When I cant quite call to mind exactly how i felt, I hope i can take time to reminisce,
So I can remember,
                         The tears we shed
                         And things that went unsaid.
People come and go, friends lovers, neighbors, and acquaintances,
But you? I have to remember.
                          The walks on the beach,
                          Sweet kisses on my cheek.
If you ever have to leave me, whether it be your time or pure apathy,
The only thing i ask, is that i remember,
                           The charming smile,
                           And our laughing child.
If I think really hard and memories of you don't resurface, our time together will be lost forever
So IF I remember,
                            The romantic thoughts,
                            And feelings in my stomach like knots.
IF I can remember all of this, then i can begin all my stories with,
                           "Our first kiss"

You used to promise the world to me,
said all those awful tings would never be.
so easy for you to lie,
i could never say goodbye.
no, because that would be TOO easy,
not when you could deceive me.
your lies became the end of you,
i saw that coming past all the lying you would do.
                Because all the promises you made,
                    never withheld against anything.
                                                                                                                                 By: Kaity Morris