Posted on February 5, 2014February 7, 2014 by Anna

I’ll Love You Forever

‘Anna goes Ashore’ is a sister blog to my blog that I’ve dedicated to our [US] defenders. I shared this story there and thought I would do the same here.

Although this story is a tear jerker, I thought I would share seeing that Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. There is so much sacrifice from so many when we send our loved ones to battle. Rest Easy, Will & thank you. Kimmy, sigh…my heart goes out to you and wish you the best in life. Thank you for the sacrifice you made. Be strong. ~Anna

via: Buzz Feed

Kimmy Kirkwood met Will Stacey sometime back in high school. She writes on Facebook’s Ten Stories page that he was a bad boy and she was a silly goody two-shoes. Kimmy Kirkwood Via facebookstories.com They lost touch after graduation. Then, as a sophomore in college, she discovered he was stationed with the Marines 20 miles south of her campus.

They lost touch again when Will headed off on his first deployment in the South Pacific. When he came back, they met again at a party. And well… Read more

Posted on February 5, 2014 by Anna

Because

I love you

without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

– Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XVII”

via Valentine\’s Day Quotations — History.com Articles, Video, Pictures and Facts.

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Love Sonnet XVII

Posted on February 5, 2014 by Anna

Boundless Love

My

bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite

.– William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Posted on February 5, 2014 by Anna

Women

I was sentimental about many things:

a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, ‘I’m going to pee.’ hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together”

― Charles Bukowski, Women

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