BC: to be continued... | "One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful" -Sigmund Freud
FC: O U R S T O R Y
1: So let me tell you about this guy. His name is Ray. And one of these Valentine's Days, i’m going to have his last name. Stacy Renee Thomas. It just looks freaking right. Anyway, tonight, I will be seeing him and I am so excited/nervous/asdfkjl; Every time I think about pouncing in to his arms as soon as he opens the door, my chest gets all tight and I can’t help but smile. I know things are going to go perfectly, I’m not worried at all. In fact, it’s probably going to be ten times more amazing than i’m expecting it to be. I love you, so much. And I can’t wait to go on our date. And to go to your secret spot. And see the goats. And sleep in the Bat cave. And hang out with my sister in law. And just be with you for a whole week, no matter what we’re doing. All the waiting, all the missing you, all those miles, you’re just so unbelievably worth it. So since I’ve alrrrrrrready promised to marry you, :) here’s to the start of forever. I can’t wait to see you tonight <3 | I think you get cuter EVERY time I see you. Which is unfair. I just love you a whole lot more than I probably should at this point
2: about us | Ray Thomas II | June 26 | Red | Working out | Hard-working | Outgoing/Hilarious | DREAMY | The Tale of Monte Cristo | And we Danced, Macklemore | The Three Muskateers
3: Stacy Wells | July 1 | Charcoal | Taking care of Ray | Bubbly | Spontaneous | Passionate | City of Bones | Love is an open door, Frozen | Pride and Prejudice
4: Live | Dear Ray, I’m sorry I just spilled sesame chicken sauce all over your bed. Andddddd I’m sorry I wiped it up with your underwear Love, Stacy | "I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And that was me giving you a million hugs and kisses, because I miss you" | Love
5: Laugh | Stacy: “Your dinner is waiting for you when you get here.” Ray: “Oh my god-if I was a puppy dog, I would lick all over your face right now.” | “I feel three different ways about you. A third of me feels like, you’re my baby. And I want to take care of you and protect you. And part of me feels like, you’re my princess. And I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, and I want you to always be able to do the things that you love. And then part of me feels like, you’re this goddess that is way too good for me. You’re honestly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.” | Cherish
6: "You’re just perfect. It’s like I’m the vertical threads, and you’re the horizontal threads and without each other, we just fall a part. Or, at least I know I do."
9: I just feel like it would be so magical to take our kids around this city and say, 'this is where we fell in love.'
10: Our Little Fur Baby
11: "But that’s down the road when we have our two kids." "A boy and a girl." "Yeah and if we have two girls, I might want to try again for a boy." "But then what if we just get another girl?" "She won’t be ‘JUST another girl.’ I’ll have three little princesses."
12: friendship | Stacy: I could tell you a bedtime story Ray: Okay, go for it Stacy: Once upon a time Ray: good start Stacy: There was a boy named Ray Ray: Uh oh Stacy: Who had big, muscly arms full of blood Ray: I don’t understand Stacy: Shhh, it’s not done yet. Ray: This better go uphill from here Stacy: And one day, he met a girl named Stacy. And they communicated through the internet land. And she was the most beaaaaaautiful girl he had ever seen. Like SO unbelievably hot. Ray: Lol nice Stacy: And he decided that he could just not go on without her, so one day, he proposed. And then he had a rave in his bedroom. Ray: Lol with his big, muscly arms! lol full of blood Stacy: And she could not resist his sexiness Ray: YES Stacy: And they lived happily ever after Ray: And then they had a rave TOGETHER in his bedroom. And his chambers were then ROCKED.
13: Sometimes, times like tonight, where I can’t sleep and there’s nothing on tv and I keep refreshing my dashboard but nothing new pops up, I just sit. And even sitting these days, makes me think of you. You’d laugh at that, if you were here. But truthfully, I could see your eyes in the water droplets falling on to my windshield as that same goddamn song plays; it sounded somehow different when I was on my back staring up at you. I could paint your freckles in a chocolate chip cookie; my nails are the shade of pink your mohawk turned the year your mom meant to dye it red. How mad do you have to be before everything turns in to the person you love, because I think i’ve been there since the day I sat across from you in your sister’s truck and you touched my face for the first time. If my blush was any indication of how inexperienced I was, you didn’t care, because you made me your queen and everyone before you ceased to exist. I used to warn my friends about boys like you. Boys who dressed in all black and burned you with their fingertips and were too good at talking to be up to any good, but I have to tell you the night we cut that wrought-iron fence in two and ran down in to the old dam to play like 5 year olds in a ball pit, I’d never felt more alive. I twirled in circles and jumped around on rocks and you looked at me as if you were meeting me for the first time. Maybe you were. Maybe you didn’t get it before then. How I tried so hard to avoid things that were dangerous, but I craved it. And as I took your hand so you could pull me back up to you, I knew that danger would be forever unavoidable. I love you, do you know that? Do you know that if I would have never spoken to you again after we broke up for the first time, two months after meeting, that I would still love you? Or if in ten years, I no longer know you, I will still love you? Do you know that I’ve known you for 1011 days and I love you more every day? Even when we don’t talk, even when you don’t know it, even when I HATE you, I love you. You are my reminder to keep breathing, even when you sometimes make breathing difficult. You are my unavoidable danger, which is okay, because you protect me from all the others. You’re my definition of perfection, even when I could list out a dozen of your flaws on command. I don’t know what love is for anybody else. I don’t know what love is for the person that lives next door, or my best friend, or the person reading this. Do you know why? Do you get it now? Because if anybody ever asked me what ‘love’ is, I could only say one thing: You. You are love. You