(Shabby Apple Dress, Nine West Almund Oxfords)
(babyGap Bleeker Street, Converse sneakers, J.Crew headband)
I'm the girl who get depressed just thinking about all the cool people in the world I will never meet. It's like I can sense all these amazing ideas and inspiring personalities floating away from me to a place I can never follow.
I talk to the most remarkable people on a daily basis...at the park...in Starbucks, and sometimes, I feel I love too freely, giving myself so completely to life and the people surrounding me.
I see you and want to meet you.
You speak to me once and I'm sold on you.
You speak to me twice and you've earned a place in my heart.
You smile at me and you have a friend for life...
...that's just how it is.
But how much can I love without losing little pieces of myself along the way?
What happens when life takes you to another corner of the world, and I'm left with a YOU-shaped hole in my heart? How can I ever move on from you?
For me, love is not a noun...it has always been a verb.
Because it seems that true life and real relationships happen in the loving...
in the simple and selfless acts of putting others before myself.
It's the loving that makes me real.
So, even if the time comes when you must float out of my life, I will keep loving...
in spite the risk of losing and missing.
Because without the loving, what else is there?
Photos courtesy of Julie Sproles
