When you start to fall for someone is it right to think about the future? Not to obviously dream about what color napkins you will have at your wedding or the name of your third daughter, but just to think about being together. Is it going to only going to "curse" the relationship if you think about being together? Or is thinking about being together going to put it out there and show what path you want to take, and therefore make it happen?
When in a relationship is there ever a set time span between when you start dating and when you should say the magical three words "I love you"? It seems as though today there are so many things that the society influences, but this should not be one of them! This moment, whenever it will be, is supposed to be a special moment between you and your loved one.It should not be that you have hit three months and have still not said it! From what I have heard, you should be unable to keep those words inside anymore, they should just naturally flow out of your mouth, you shouldn't force it. So don't get hung up on when you should say it, or why your lover hasn't said it yet, just have fun. And if you never feel that isn't right to say it maybe they aren't the one to say it to, and THAT'S OK! You have to kiss many frogs to find your prince.
"Having a voice doesn't mean your loud, it means you stand up for yourself and others when needed" -anonymous
Her room was a fairytale,
It was draped with roses
and spilled on the floor like fairydust,there petals,
she also had bottles
filled with sparkles,
and in the center of the room was a costume of fairy wings and a tutu.
She had many other tutus,
all from a fairytale,
she had a crystal chandelier that sparkled,
and the light streaming into her room was the color of a rose,
she had stained glass bottles
that looked like supermodels with feathers made of petals.
the floor trickled with petals
and a wave of tutus,
as water glistened in bottles,
her room was a fairytale,
a bunch of fresh roses
that water drops laid upon, glistened and sparkled.
The chandelier cast shadows that sparkled
and in the sunlight the glistening petals
the air perfumed with the smell of roses
and in the corner a mannequin with a tutu
this all created a fairytale
with stained glass bottles.
Water brimmed each bottle
and crystale-cast shadows made the room sparkle,
everything was a fairytale,
but then withered paper, once called petals
strewn the floor, and those once bright tutus
lost their vibrance, and at the door, one last rose.
No one knew the true meaning behind that rose,
or all the bottles,
or the torn up crinoline called tutus,
with the floor covered with wishful petals
things stopped sparkling,
and what ended that day was more than a fairytale.
After all the bottles were smashed, she realized,
this fairytale of sparkles and tutus became bigger than her,
and the game she once lived for, of flowers and petals, had ended years before.
Take pride in how far you have come and have faith in how far you can go