A Boy Worth A Thousand Words

This picture was taken the day he was moving out of his house in Kansas to South Carolina.

Seven months, we thought it would be just seven months until he came back. And I knew it would be hard, but I thought I could handle seven months. But seven months turned into a year, and those extra five months seemed like far too long. We visited eachother, buying flights just to see the other for a week. I swear it hurt worse every time we said goodbye, I cried a little harder each time.
Almost a whole year has passed now, we made it. I find it a little comforting to think that since we made it through this, we could make it through anything. If we've made it this far, who's to say where the end is? Because four years ago, I wouldn't have even thought I'd have a beginning with this brown-eyed boy. It blows my mind that my heart has belonged to the same boy for over three years. In these past three years, he has completely changed my life.
I thought I would never be able to trust, since I couldn't trust the first man in my life. But he made me trust, he told me he wasn't like my father. My childhood made me strong, and I ignored my emotions, I never let people see how I was feeling. But he made me believe that sometimes, it's okay to cry. I never thought I'd let someone really get to know me and tell them about myself. But he makes me feel comfortable enough to tell him anything. He was the first person I let into my life. And now, he probably knows me better than I know myself. So how could I ever let go of someone who made me who I am today? I can't. That's why this long year of waiting and missing him was so worth it. This love is worth a thousand words.

A Smile Worth A Thousand Words

These were the days, when I laughed so hard that I didn't care to hide my crooked smile. I'd like to think if I wrote a book about that year of 2010, this would be the picture on the cover of the book. That year had struggles that I wasn't so sure I could overcome, but this night was one of those nights that proved to me I would be okay. You can't tell by the expression on my face, but that was a tough day. That smile is real though. In that moment when the camera flashed, I forgot all the things that I thought would nearly break me.
This is a toast to the friends who got my through the tough times, and to the nights we stayed out until I forgot what was troubling me. Sometimes I didn't want to smile, but smiling is what helps you move on. Looking at this picture makes me realize that having a good time is possible even if you are struggling with something else. There's a point when you just have to let go, even if you are unsure whether tears or laughter will come bursting out.
All I can think is that I miss these days. I made too many mistakes, I gave up too often, but I had some of the best times of my life. I was happy, and when I wasn't, it was easy to pretend like I was. A smile doesn't come so easily, or naturally anymore. A smile like that picture is a little harder to come by these days. Smiles like that are few and far between. But after all, maybe the smile isn't caused by happiness, but carelessness. I'm growing up, and I miss the carelessness of it all.

A Friendship Worth A Thousand Words

Is that a Spongebob band-aid on her nose? Yes, yes it is.
This was our own Christmas celebration, where the four of us exchanged gifts with each other. This was back when I believed there was no end to a friendship like that. We used to be inseperable. I thought that this bond was unbreakable, but I guess I was wrong.
These girls are worth a thousand memories, a thousand smiles, a thousand words. But it ended with that. The four of us will never share that memory, smile, or word that makes it 1,001. We have grown apart, to be individuals, not the four best friends. We are still friends, but not all four of us.
It kills me to know we will never have another memory like this. I wonder to myself, "why is it so hard to live everyday like it's your last?" Why can't most of the human race grasp the fact that life is way too short. Why can't we forgive and forget? This person you're fighting with could die tomorrow, and you can act like you wouldn't care, but you would. As soon as you got the news, you would hate yourself for being mad at them. You would instantly think of all the great times you had with eachother. This is why I still love each of those three girls, because I realize how bad it would hurt to lose any one of them. I don't care about the mistakes they've made, the times they said they would hang out, but didn't. I don't care anymore, life is too short to waste on being mad at an old best friend. If you're fighting or arguing with one of your friends right now, think about how you'd feel if they died. Would you cry? If you'd cry, then this "fight" you're in, isn't worth it. I don't care if they stole your boyfriend, or didn't text you back last night. A friendship is worth a thousand words, but don't let it end after a thousand words.

Introduction

Last week, I was assigned to create a blog for my Writer's Workshop class. This blog is supposed to incorporate two of our interests into one. One of these interests is inevitably, writing. I've had to think hard and long about what else I am interested in, what do I think of as a love in my life? I thought this would be easy, since I write constantly. But I've realized that I don't usually write about things that I love, I tend to write about what I feel. I flipped through my notebook, looking for inspiration from things that I have written before, almost sure that I would find something. No such luck.

What do I love? I love the obvious things. I love my family, my friends, and music. I love KU Basketball. I love barbecue. And I love my boyfriend. None of these seemed good enough to write about besides my boyfriend, but I write about him all the time. Then it came to me. What do I love? I love memories, which incorporated barbecue, KU basketball, my friends, family, music, and boyfriend all into one subject.
So I then decided I would write about pictures, and the memories that go along with them. It's amazing how a single picture can bring back the feelings of when it was taken. Each picture instills a mood.
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words.
But The Memories Are Worth So Much More.