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The one with my big ol elephant.

Barf. Just letting you know this is about love and junk.

Sometimes, I'm taken back by how my life has turned thus far.
Sometimes, I stop and think about things and events in my life that are out of the ordinary.
Sometimes, I can't believe where I am, and who I am in my life.
Sometimes, I just think about people in my life.
And sometimes, I'm speechless.
Yes, believe it or not, words occasionally do not leave my mouth. Shocker.


I've been looking back on some old pictures and I can't belive how things change in a span of four years.

 If you were to tell me four years ago that I was going to be in love...nope, can't even finish that sentence. I feel like "in love" doesn't cover it.
"In love" has no meaning anymore. "In love" is just a feeling.
Screw that feeling!
I'm talking about real love.
The kind that isn't just the sweet talks and the kisses and the hand holds.
The kind of love that sometimes sucks because it has to.
The kind of love that calls you out when your being a straight up jerk.
The kind of love that makes you want to be better person.
The kind of love that accepts flaws, and faults, and imperfections, and annoyances because that makes life beautiful.
The kind of love that cares and respects and protects selflessly even when it's the hard thing to do.
The kind of love that grows.
The kind of love that best friends usually have.
The kind of love that shares a common foundation.
The kind of love that fights when needed, and keeps the peace when needed.
The kind of love that never gets boring.

I never thought life with another person could be like this. I honestly don't know what's keeping us together. All odds are against us. We're totally different, yet exactly the same. 
don't know, must be Jesus or something. :)

Elias Hernandez: you have been my greatest adventure. It ain't over yet baby.




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