team // lorde (via limitlessplaylists)
What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else.Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)
is another way to whisper
happy // pharrell williams (via through-the-jungle-of-music)
It’s almost January 2014 – one year since I sat with you in a mall in January this year, when you told me you were leaving for the UK in two months. I remember being short of breath and feeling like my world had collapsed, not because you were leaving but because you were leaving so soon after. As if it wasn’t enough that you had to go, you had to fast-forward the suffering. That wasn’t the first time I broke down in public since I came to terms that you wouldn’t be around for three years, and it wasn’t the last. We were sitting outside Smiggle, and afterwards, through tears and growing fears, I made a joke. You laughed. And I knew, no matter what, when, how or why, we’d fight the good fight together, just as we always had.
It was Thanksgiving yesterday and it made me realise that I am grateful for so much this year, but most unexpectedly, for the long-distance relationship. It hasn’t always been the smoothest ride – we have gone without having a proper conversation for days because we were so pre-occupied, and I’ve gone from being overly-attached to mildly indifferent towards this phase of our relationship – but it has been the best one. Three years ago at the beginning of our relationship, when we told each other that we were and always would be family to each other, I never imagined that bond would be tested this way.
The past eight months have been the clearest and most compelling proof and reminder that love is a choice. There is no secret ingredient to your fairytale except to always, unapologetically, fearlessly, actively choose to stay. It will take everything in you not to walk away when it is easier to give up than fight harder, but it is exactly in these moments that the decision to choose love over hate or indifference is even more crucial than during the happier smooth-sailing periods.