can't buy love.

i'm twenty-five.

it seems that all of my friends in long term relationships

are all getting engaged and/or married.

more power to them -

but it's not for h & i

right now.

i feel no pressure and no rush

and no fear of a need to prove our commitment to each other.

i think we have a good, healthy, loving relationship

if i do say so myself.

the past few months have felt like something out a movie:

stories of
cheating, backstabbing, heartbreak.

couples with

amazingly decorated houses

in the most amazing neighborhoods

amazing designer clothes for their

amazing high-profile jobs to come home to their

perfect families

with

hatred

lying

cheating

infidelity

and a lack of love.

private jets and

thousand-dollar coffee machines and

children and

posh vacations

can't put together a relationship again.

my heart breaks for them.

and i am reminded

(yes, me, albiet my obsession with designer jeans

and wanna-be perfect decorating)

that money can't buy love

and that i am so thankful for what i have

in my family and friends

and my wonderful boyfriend

and my unconditionally loving puppy.
so thank you
to all those who love
on me and on the world
because lord knows we need it.

hopeless, and a romantic.

nearly missed

the missed connections

but happened to find

this amazing blog/artist. 

 

this missed connection

is my favorite

and consequently

the first.

if i wrote one

for when i met h

(for the nth time)

it would say:

w4m - barely 24 (at the time)

you had a yellow shirt

sleeve ripped off

and now around your head

banana thunderrrr

you screamed.

you didn't notice me

in radiant red

yet.

i  think i remember you

crutches boy

from my college

freshman year dorm.

radiant red

went home

with a cold

from drinking too much

pool water.

thanks for the splashes.

can i have your number?

washingtonians rekindle.