Thinking About The Sunshine

I've been thinking about last summer (May,June,July) and I went looking through pictures. I thought I would show y'all some.

 

How the white flowers smell and wrap around our swing. 

The beautiful rose garden in D.C. 

Green plants overflowing in my Granny's yard. 

The sweet smells of the bakery. 

Pictures of Emily that were never edited because I forgot. 

The sun setting while riding to a meeting. 

Emily's sun glasses and books. 

The mustache on a jeep that we saw on my birthday. 

Angelee,the girl who I was so close to. 

Golden Hour at Hannah's house. 

Those were only a few of the memories of last summer. 

--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--

Jerking January + Forgotten February

I didn't do January so I am going to do it with February this month. 

 January-- You had twist and turns. Many surprises and many lessons. A loved one was lost. It was hard to actually feel through the month. I was numb. But once I could feel again it felt like an old blanket. Rough and maybe not as soft as it was,but still you know it.  It holds a lot of memories. 

February--It went by so fast but still so slow. All I really remember is Valentine's Day and bowling. That is why it is forgotten. 

--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--

Don't Pull Away From Me

 

Photo Credit: Hannah

Sometimes pulling away is not always the right answer. Many times it is the wrong answer. Pulling away might be the easiest thing to do. It might be the hardest. It just depends on your heart.

 That is just what is on my heart right now. 

--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--

the letter series

so I have decided to do a real series and stick to it. I really have been wanting to do this so I am going to start it today. I am going to do a letter series. I won't be saying people's name because these are personal notes that I am letting out onto this blog. They are personal to my heart,but I thought I would share them with you.

dear person,
We were close friends. Or at least I thought we were. You moved. We grew and now we are different. You come around sometimes,but not a lot. I find it hard to even talk to you anymore,because we are so different. I want to talk to you,but you have your ways and I have mine. Our lives are too different maybe if things were the same you would be one of my dearest friends. You have your friends and I have mine. I will always remember the fun times we had. I remember being locked up in a cage acting like I was being shipped off to a far far away place and I remember us acting like we were animals. Those were memories that I hope neither of us will let slip away. 

love,
me

--i have too many dreams to stay. i am sorry.--