Love Quotes


It was only a moment, but in that moment I loved you more than I will ever love anyone in a lifetime.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

A knight in rusty armor....

I have often been asked what it is that I look for in a guy. For a number of years I would answer with the same cliché as all the other girls I knew. "I want some one sweet" "someone that would love me unconditionally" "I want a guy that will save me". But in the past years I have come to understand that I don't want or need a knight in shining armor, because ultimately the only one who can save me is me.
I cannot ask a guy to save me from myself, because they would not know what to save me from. I know now that I need someone who in spite of not understanding me is going to try and work with me so we could manage and speak similar words in our own and very different languages. A person who does not commit to love me forever and ever, but who promises he will always try to work with me to make our relationship thrive. I don't want someone who will always agree with me or tell me I am right. I want someone who will tell me when I am wrong, help me see the way out, respect my opinion, even if he does not agree, and when we do not see eye to eye, work to reach a viable solution that would help us both.

Basically I don't want Mr perfect, because it would be a lie, completely boring, too high maintenance and in the end not work out.

I acknowledge and accept that I am imperfect and because of that need someone who is also imperfect, I have may flaws and that is what makes me interesting and beautiful. So why not want the same thing for me.

I want an imperfect soul who is willing to be there for me, who will see the beautiful details in those imperfect moments that make life worth living. I want a knight in rusty armor.

What do you want?

Friday, November 26, 2010

When I think of you...



It’s getting hard to concentrate, when the image of you keeps popping up in my brain. Your perfectly sculpted torso, your big strong hands, and your soft touch on my skin, your perfect, full lips, and the fullness of your... well of you.
It becomes difficult to carry on any other task that is not that of being with you, of letting you love me, touch me, of me feeling you.
I need your warmth, your kisses, your hunger, your passion.  I need you; I want all of you...

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Hora de olvidar lo que el recuerdo no me deja

I know I usually post in english and never have done so in spanish, but because of the beauty of this text, I had to do it justice by posting in its original language, otherwise it would loose its true essence.

So here it is. Hope you enjoy:


Hora de acurrucarme con la almohada y darle besos al silencio
De sentir como las ilusiones desvanecen y la fria y cruda soledad se cuela por mi ventana, acariciando mi cuerpo desolado, mi alma ensangrentada.
Hora de susurrar al olvido mudas palabras de esperanza, que van destinadas a oidos sordos.
Y hora de guinar un ojo a la noche oscura, y de el sale una lagrima que recorre mi mejilla, trazando el camino doloroso de recuerdos marchitos.

Esta es la hora que cada noche deseo olvidar,  porque me recuerda lo mucho que se siente tu ausencia.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Who am I?

Lately I feel like I am not the one living my life. I feel as if someone else took over my body and is the one driving it. As if I am looking at myself from an outside window.

I see the hours pass by, yet I don't feel them. I see people's mouths moving, but I cannot hear the voices nor understand what they are saying; and when I try to remember, it's nothing but a blur or a distant unidentifiable sound.

I feel like a ghost in my own skin.

The worst is that I don't know how to get out of this state, how to take control and once again be me, the person I know I am, the person I miss, the person I love, even if others don't. I loved me, once upon a time. And someone came and took that, and I let them, and now, this is all I have left. The ghost of who I used to be. A person I no longer know, and who lives like a shadow.