— Bold risks
rejection. —
February 1st
I will admit you are the
finest if not the loveliest rose in the garden. But you see, my dear, I was
looking for a sunflower.
February 2nd
I am falling in love with
you,
but I can’t say a word.
You don’t care for love.
It has bruised you, broken
you, burned you.
You call it a curse. Yet, I fear I am captive of this enemy, love.
You warn of its destructive
power.
Oh, but it warms me like none other! It engulfs me in caressing flames, and foolishly I crave more. I can’t bear to suffer the cold, so I let you feed the fire unwittingly.
I am falling in love with
you.
I am in love with you,
and it’s getting worse.
―from A Heart Made of Tissue Paper
February 3rd
Why do I love you? Because
you looked into my eyes and saw me. Behind the painted beauty, the forced
expressions, the practiced gestures and habitual politeness, you saw me—the pure, vulnerable core that is my
true essence. Somehow, in a kind but knowing glimpse you stripped away the
façade, and I will never forget the relief it was to finally be seen.
February 4th
When you first look at a
woman, you are in fact blind to her beauty. The true beauty of a woman is
revealed only after you get to know her.
February 5th
You are loved by God and angels. You are loved by people in this world and in the world beyond. They—we—are rooting for you, so stand up and keep working things out.
February 6th
I love the way you smile at
me and squeeze my hand like you never noticed the many times I let you down.
February 7th
Always play your best
cards—Love and Kindness. They trump every other card in the deck.
February 8th
God never said to love only
those you deem deserving.
February 9th
“Have
I told you I love you lately?”
“Yes,
my dear, when you opened my door, when you touched my cheek, when you listened
to my stories, and when you warmed my drink—I heard you say it in every sweet
and easy gesture.”
February 10th
He was always thoughtful and affectionate toward her, and so she was a sweetheart to him.
―from A Heart Made of
Tissue Paper
February 11th
I don’t think of you as a typical beauty. I never once did.
To me your hair mimics asphalt more than the lustrous feathers of ravens. Comparing your eyes to heavenly lights seems a stretch when they are the common color of dirt. I can’t imagine you as a tall, pole-slender image; your God-given shape is right bulky.
But I never cared about
such pointless things anyway.
What good have trivial attributes ever done the world?
When I look at you, I see you—or in other words, all of you that really matters. I see a kind heart and compassionate arms. I see a patient, gentle spirit abounding with love towards all of God’s creatures. I see the perfect blend of humility and strength of character. I see a wise intellect as well as an endearing sense of humor. I see all the qualities that make you the person I love, regardless of the bodily package you’re bound in.
So forgive me if I don’t
think you’re beautiful, because I find you to be far superior to that worthless
and pointless nonsense the world calls beauty.
February 12th
Physical appearance has
nothing to do with the quality of a person.
February 13th
Yes, love is a superpower. It is the ultimate superpower.
February 14th
Let her know you adore her.
Do not make her heart
guess.
Boldly say how you love
her.
Thy devotion confess.
Let her know you admire
her,
All her talents and dreams.
Boldly reach for her
fingers.
Gently slip on a ring.
Let her know that you need
her,
As a lover and friend.
Boldly kneel and implore
her,
To be yours ’til the end.
February 15th
“You are amazing, my dear,” he said with awe.
She smiled a thank you and told him, “That is because you make me feel amazing.”
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