The end is the beginning is the end
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
She loved with all her heart from afar, 17 years of letters, notes, books and quotes, rocks and cards, trains and flames, only to find that the beginning she has been searching for after all these years has been and always will be the beginning of a life
Our love is no longer a secret
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death?
Let’s build our castle
Just promise we’ll never let each other die
NO MORE GOOD BYES! ?
AS LONG AS YOU AND I ARE TOGETHER
JUNE 27TH 1982 OLYMPIA, WA 921 AM
grew up alone but never lonely
loved YOU the moment I saw you
to move to haystack rock and frequent the steidel art shack, drink VEGAN hot cocoa when it rains, by the fire, find life in new tide pools
sail off into the sunset
only enemy I could possibly think of would be whoever stabbed me in the back those many years ago and never let me die in your arms