End of the Office.

***SPOILER ALERT***

I just finished Season 5 of the Office, bringing me fully up to date with the series.  It was one heck of a quick ride, ploughing through all those episodes.

Hah, I’m trying to get my words out properly here but I just can’t do it.  I’m not in a very writer-y mood.  Here’s the skinny of what I’m trying to say: Pam ends up finding out that she’s pregnant in the very last moments of the last episode and the way Jim and her react together is nothing but sweet.  And I don’t mean the sweet as in like, “dude, that is so rad!”  I mean, sweet like a second grader offering his female crush a handful of picked dandelions at recess.  The way Jim reacts is nothing short of how I’ll react and whenever I see stuff like that, I freak out on the inside and just get lost in my own daydreams.  That’s why I loved Away We Go and Marley & Me.  That’s why I got caught up in HIMYM so quickly and even the Office.  When I can see myself in something, I get attached quickly.  When I see Harriet and I in something, I get attached even quicker.  And that ending to Season 5 of the Office was just a smile and a half for me.  I think I squealed a tiny bit out of joy.

Things are really tough right now… that’s all I’m going to say.  But that big picture is still nice and bright.  When I see my wedding day… or the mother of my children… or just the rest of my life flying by…  There’s still only one person who absolutely has to be there through it all.  And no matter what we’re going through right now, I just know she’s going to be there in the end.

Her handwriting on my mug even says so.

A Blog About Love.

“It’s a long story, and complicated to boot, but.. just, thanks for the encouragement with the ****  thing. We’re really finally coming into our own as a couple (and trust me, it has NOT been an easy road… we’ve been togetherish for fourth months, only four DAYS of which we’ve been able to spend together), and it’s… the most. I know the last part of that sentence is missing a noun, but that’s intentional. It is the most. It doesn’t require a noun. I think you must have some idea of what I mean. You’ve been in love before. You ARE in love. You know. It’s the most. No other words needed. The most. The end. I know we must be doing something right because every time he says “I love you,” or calls, or even just enters my thoughts, my heart goes WHOOSH. I never really thought I was the “falling in love” type, but… this is divine. This is love, I know it. So thanks for recognizing that potential and nudging me towards it, even though it’s difficult to be apart and feel this much. It’s worth it. He’s worth it.”

This is an e-mail I received from a friend of mine about a certain person special to her heart.  And I broadcast it for the shear reason that it’s beautiful.  Hearing about happy couples, stories about love flourishing- it brings me joy.

哀話世界の周りです。

Love actually is all around.

A common mindset that people adopted when they entered college is that everything needs to be grounded in reality.  If there is a time when people look at their dreams and go, “Yup… that’s all they are,” it’s when they get into college.  And there’s not even some great event that happens.  There’s just a stigma to living life on one’s own and it throws his/her perspective on its side and leaves a person feeling different.  One typical sentiment so many people I know have come to share is that they forget about the power of love.  Love has stopped making the world turn for so many people because they think that good grades which will lead to a good job in 4+ years is what’s going to sustain them (among other various reasons).  But from the background I have, I know that love is something everyone needs, and if you have it?  You don’t abandon it, you embrace it harder than you ever have when times get tough.  So when anyone dear to me has come to me seeking help with their life, I’ve stayed true to the fact that they need to stay true to the most special person in it.  Whether it’s been a family member, a lover, or a friend, it’s all about holding the person you love the most as humanly close to your heart as possible.  Since entering college I’ve see tons of breakups lead only to confusion and emptiness.  And shortly after the departure, a reconciliation almost always happens, because the two people realize that the love they share isn’t meant to be pushed away, it’s meant to be embraced.

Love is a fucking hard road to tread.  It’s so hard because the urgency of two hearts longing to be one is some of the most excruciating pain a person can go through- finding the confidence and the strength to continue on sometimes feels impossible.  But what I always like to say is… just remember that you’re feeling that pain.  If you feel that pain for a person you adore- imagine how heavy that heart will feel without that person?  And on the upside, that grief is beautiful.  Your soul is so connected with another’s that it hurts.  That’s how hard you are loving.

It’s okay to “need” someone.  By lending your life to the hands of another, you are not being weak or pathetic.  You’re just being human.  We all need someone to lean on and it’s stupid to think we might not.  In the e-mail above, you’re reading the account of a girl who never thought “falling in love” was for her… you’re reading the account of probably the toughest, most independent girl I know… yet here she is experiencing her first true love in college and is willingly holding onto it with every single odd stacked against her.  And it’s all because she’s just being honest with herself and knows that when her love is in any way a part of her life, it’s the happiest she can possibly be.  And while maybe the time’s when he’s away it means it’s the saddest times of her life, she understands that true love is not something that just happens nor is true love something to just shrug off.  True love is something to fight for and something that cannot be replaced.  What’s more is that love comes with cute texts some mornings that say, “I dreamt of you last night.”  Love comes with phone calls that let you discuss anime tv shows like FLCL because no one else seems to enjoy it.  Love comes with the warmth of someone always being there to hold your hand and kiss your cold nose.  Love comes with tickle fights and a spilled hot tea that was made just for you.  Love comes with a permanent movie-watching partner and a food critic always eager to try new things.  Love comes with an attractive Indiana Jones prepared to always go on adventures.

Love comes with a partner for life that can make your circle become full.

Regardless of who you are, love makes everyone’s world turn.  I am 100% confident in that.  That’s how powerful it is.  If you’re feeling empty, if you’re feeling sad, if you’re feeling confused, afflicted, distressed, stressed, messed, or ANYTHING.  Let the love in.  Call a friend to say hi, text your girlfriend that you miss her, Skype with parents just to see their faces.  I know I’m jumping around here talking about all different sorts of love- from platonic to paternal to romantic- but it’s all love… and it’s all going to make you feel wonderful.  In my opinion it’s the romantic love that really fills you up the most… but love is love.  It feels fucking awesome no matter where you get it or how intense it is.

The Beatles didn’t totally nail it…  You need more than just love in your life.  You need a lot more.  But you wanna know something?  You still need love.

Embraceable You (thoughts to jazz piano).

I miss slow dancing in the basement.
And driving through the night listening to Nightmare of You after a nice dinner.
And lying to everyone about where I was when the only place I could be found was in the arms of another.
And falling asleep to a sweet “Goodnight” and waking up to lovely morning sentiments.

And sneaking in kisses when no one was looking.
And stealing little kisses when everyone was looking.

And holding hands just to make it through the halls.
And leaving notes just to prove I care.

And watching movies only to not watch at all.
And laughing when maybe there was nothing there to laugh at.

And staring stupidly because the words won’t come.
And gazing deeply because I didn’t need to say anything at all.

And cuddling in backseats because driving home would just take too long.
And skipping school because in reality, we were just that cool.

And singing along to songs that said everything we felt.
And making whispered confessions because we just wanted the other to know.

And walking in to parties only to steal the show.
And hosting parties because we are the show.

And daydreaming about our wedding.
And smiling endlessly about all the adventures we’d have.

あなたとふたりでいきてゆきたい。

Midnight Confession.

I’ve got an angel
She doesn’t wear any wings
She wears a heart that can melt my own
She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing
She gives me presents
With her presence alone
She gives me everything I could wish for
She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home

She could make angels
I’ve seen it with my own eyes
You gotta be careful when you’ve got good love
Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying

But you’re so busy changing the world
Just one smile can change all of mine
We share the same soul

Be Safe In This Picture

Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to write a rather serious blog here.  The combination of being exhausted + a lonely heart + my whole reasoning for writing is gonna produce one helluva candid, honest blog… but it’s been a while since I’ve really let my feelings out.  So here it goes!

Tonight Harriet sent me a photo.  It’s of her cousin Jean-Claude, his wife, and their newborn baby.  I had just walked in the door so it was kind of a huge rush of emotion that swelled over me and I didn’t get a chance to savor it: but now that image is locked in my brain and I’ve been thinking about it all night.  It’s innocence, love, and perfection all captured so lovingly in one photo.  It’s in that photo that my greatest desires and my future are laid out.  Like… yeah.  I’m a musician.  I play music, I write it, I love it.  But that’s what the individual that I am does.  That’s me when I get to be an island and no man is an island, let me tell you.  In the grander scope of life all humans are connected and every action we take affects someone, somewhere.  And so it’s with confidence that I say, when I’m being a true human, when I’m interacting with others and truly contributing to this world?  Love is what keeps me going.  Having that true love with a woman and starting a family and then sharing true love with our children- THAT is what I’m always fucking working towards.  That is the main goal at the end of the road… that is my dream.  And… well.  That’s why I gave Harriet all I have.  I believed in that future together- the one we both wanted- not because I was blinded by a gorgeous girl, or tantalized by carnal wants, or fooled by the grandeur of a relationship.  Naw.  I saw the big picture.  I saw a woman that I could grow old with and love growing old with.  I saw a woman that filled me up like no other person can and made me want to be an amazing person at every turn.  I found my perfect pair, the person who had multiple dreams and goals- but shared the one I wanted.  Maybe I could be scolded for “living in the future” too much.  But… I wasn’t.  I was just mindful of it.  And I’m not going to apologize for a single thing I’ve done since meeting her and feeling this deep love.

I want everything that picture has.  It’ll always be what keeps the fire in my soul going.  It’s just who I am, it’s the little tick that makes me move.

And although I write my feelings out as being past tense… they are fully applicable to the present and the future.  When you find what I’ve found, that sincerity has no other home.

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