don’t touch me there.

i’m a freak. i CANNOT stand it when people touch my face.

i think it is absolutely disgusting and i get completely creeped out.

my natural instinct is usually to slap the hand away…but sometimes that isn’t totally appropriate. sometimes, you’re mid-smooch with a new boy who you might not want to completely scare off by showing him your freakish tendencies. (at least not yet…)

obviously this has me thinking about kissing and boys…

which is sorta silly because i haven’t had anything more than a platonic or a family kiss in…

well, since the last time i did.

maybe that’s not so silly, maybe that’s the root of it?

who knows?

but onto the smooches.

kissing is a BIG thing for me. when i think about being interested in a guy, that’s one of the first things i imagine: smooching him. if the thought doesn’t sound as delicious to me as a peanut butter smoothie, then i cut him loose immediately.

kisses say a lot: how a guy kisses you, when a guy kisses you, where a guy kisses you, and where a guy’s hands are when he kisses…

if the first thing he does is shove his tongue down my throat, he’s not interested in me, he’s interested in what he hopes to do to me. next, please!

a guy that is interested in kissing you for the right reasons is going to take his cues from you (and likewise you should take your cues from him). i think the perfect smooch uses the tongue like an exclamation point. as an accent in the right areas. some paragraphs have more exclamation points than others. some have none at all, it depends on the kiss and the mood. as you can tell from my writing, it’s rare that you ever see “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” written on the page (though that can come through in my personality). therefore, smoochers styled like that aren’t my thing (the exclamation points should be implied, not forced down my throat, thankyouverymuch!). those kinds of kisses completely ruin it for me. it goes from a fun smooch session, to playing defense. defense isn’t meant to be a part of kissing.

which brings me back to my original point…hands on my face. i shouldn’t need to smack your hand away. so, DO NOT TOUCH MY FACE.

i admit…it’s sweet and romantic and can feel terribly intimate, but as a general rule – i HATE it.

though, i confess…
once upon a time, in a dream, i met a boy.
when he kissed me he touched my face.
surprisingly, i didn’t hate it.
my bestie told me to marry him.
obvi, that didn’t happen. (because. not real life)
but i guess that’s what i should be looking for now…
someone whose hands are not repulsive to my face?

the letter you don’t send.

it seems appropriate to end something the same way it started. with a ‘letter you don’t send.’

dear crash & burn,

i love the way you sleep with a pillow over your face to block out the world.

i hate that i’m part of the world you’re now blocking out.

i miss you. i miss the way you pushed me to write. i miss the way you encouraged me to continue writing when i would get frustrated. i miss our conversations. i miss our texts throughout the day. i miss your laugh. i miss hearing the way you tell a story. i miss listening to you talk about things you’re passionate about. i miss the way you write. i miss making fun of the world with you. i miss trying to one up each other. i miss eating candy with you. i miss your book suggestions. i miss the way i felt when i was with you. i miss touching you. i miss sleeping next to you. i miss how satisfied you looked after flossing your teeth. i miss kissing your shoulder as i lay next to you. i miss kissing you. i miss the way i could tell you anything.

…until i couldn’t.

the moment the L bomb was dropped, you changed.

and then everything changed.

you went from warm, funny, considerate, thoughtful, and sweet to withdrawn, inconsistent, doubtful, and full of fear.

i went out on a limb and said i thought i was falling in love with you. and i wouldn’t take it back because at the time i was feeling it. but the truth is, i could never fall completely with someone who didn’t feel the same way about love as i do. in my eyes, love is…the only thing that matters. and the only thing worth fighting for.

which is why i let you have your space. and time to think things over. but in that space i realized some important things too.

i think you’re an amazing guy and while i was beginning to fall, it was more like a branch breaking off a tree than tiiiiiiiiiimber…if things had gone differently, i have no doubt i would have gotten there quickly.

which is why i’m glad i saw the red flags now. with more time comes deeper feelings and investment. and that would have made things even more difficult.

i believe that in your last email you were as honest with me as you could be. allow me to be honest with you, you still haven’t healed from your past relationship. you still have hurt and fears and anguish that you haven’t worked through. all those issues are coming up now. i hope you are able to deal with them so you are able to move on with an open heart.

that ‘gray area’ you mentioned…it only exists in your head. the reason it feels so easy is because it is. we’re compatible. you feel familiar, and yet exciting at the same time to me, it’s a wonderful feeling ~ i’m thankful i got to experience it. and yet even though it was all so great, you can’t help looking for something wrong. some reason to grasp onto for why this can’t be right. there’s good stuff here, i believe i could be perfect for you.

regrettably, your emotional disconnection has showed me that the person you are right now isn’t perfect for me. we are so similar and yet more different than i ever imagined.

when standing at the fork in the road we chose different paths. you picked the one that leads to more of the same. it’s a safer journey, in many respects, but typically leads to an all too familiar disappointment. the path i chose leads to freedom from the past & the very real possibility of love in the future. the road of the unknown. to you, it’s intimidating & frightening. to me, it’s a no brainer.

i blamed myself for ‘scaring you away’, but truthfully you can only scare someone away who is already scared.

the best advice i got came in the wise words of my cousin (who is more like the sister i never had & always wanted):

‘I think the fact that he is withdrawing now, and even his initial reluctance to get involved speaks volumes about who he is right now. He doesn’t feel to me to be someone ready for a serious, committed relationship with you. In order to make a long distance relationship work (any relationship), the readiness has to be there on both sides. Without it, true intimacy is elusive and fleeting. Even when a person thinks they are ready, but still has a good deal of unresolved fear, it interferes and rears its ugly head in the worse possible situations and moments. I think he did you a favor by showing you this early. I have learned repeatedly (I pray I am done learning this painful lesson) to heed the red flags. He is offering you one. Even if he contacts you, I would be very careful with this one. I have been on both sides of this dynamic more times than I care to remember, and many times I prolonged the struggle by hoping it was going to magically change and by focusing on the good aspects of the relationship. In the end, none of the good outweighs the potential pain of simply not being on the same page. Had he stayed engaged after expressing where he was at, I think I would feel differently. I don’t like that he didn’t even send a text, wishing you a safe trip home, or sending some small kindness your way. I understand about needing space to sort out his feelings, but I believe that in a healthy dynamic, one does not exclude the other. I would take this much disconnection as a sign.’

we are not on the same page.
you aren’t ready to be in a relationship. and it has little to do with distance.
you’re not available. emotionally.

and it’s been a really tough pill to swallow.

it’s rare for me to click with someone in the way we did.

i’ve never been the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve…or maybe i always was, but i wasn’t brave enough to show it?

i have no regrets about any of this. i had a ton of fun. and as a person, i think you’re fantastic. (this may be trite) but i really do wish you the best.

xx.

~ sd

boom boom pow.

i’m not a violent person.

a dear friend hit the nail on the head when she said ‘shirin can be a little intimidating at first, but she’s just a big ball of love.’

so true.

to know me is to know that, in my world, love is the only thing that matters.

and i’m not just referring to romantic love.
i mean, the love of:
a good friend
a parent
a fabulous pair of boots
a past love
a cousin who is more like a sister
a sunny day
a sky filled with fireworks
a patch of grass with dandelions

…you get the idea.

suffice to say i definitely fall into the ‘lover’ category over the ‘fighter’ one. but i just completed a boxing class that was SO freakin’ cathartic.

because in my head i was fighting for the only thing that’s worth it: l-o-v-e. (write that down)

choose happy.

someone once told me: good things don’t come easy. and love leaves hard.

and while i may have once agreed with that statement. (emphatically!) i don’t now.

i have learned that good things pop up when you least expect or anticipate them. and that love doesn’t need to leave hard. sometimes it goes and even though you thought you’d be devastated, you find yourself smiling. bigger than you ever have. or thought was possible.

and through it all, you write.
you write because you need to.
because you love it.
because without it you feel incomplete.
because it’s your disease, your vice, and your obsession.
because it’s what makes you feel right in your skin.
because it’s one of the few times you allow yourself to be completely vulnerable.
because it’s how you connect.
because there is nothing in the world that liberates you in the same way.
and because it makes you happy.

i hope everyone has as happy a heart as i do.

happy hump day.

building forts, faith, and treehouses.

in the past i’ve gone out a limb assuming that i wouldn’t be alone out there, only to find i’m dangling on the edge of a branch. all. by. myself.

…which has sucked.

but the truth is: i would never. ever. take that treacherous branch crawl back. i grew up climbing trees. the ground is boring. and tomorrow isn’t promised.

so, i’m keeping my hopes up. staying optimistic. and hoping that maybe this time will be different…