What takes your breath away? What makes your knees go soft and make you feel you need to get something to hold on to? What makes your heart beat faster? When asking these questions I’m pretty sure most of us think of a special person in our lives; either one that has been a part of our lives, is a part of our lives right now or hopefully will be a part of our lives in the future.
When I ask myself these questions, I don’t see anyone I know or have known, I see a dream of something I want to experience, but yet have to find. I call my previous relationships failures, not because they didn’t work out, but because I failed to be the best me I can be together with the men I had chosen. I loved, I laughed and I was happy, but I wasn’t the best I could be.
I lose my breath when someone sees me for who I am, with all the imperfections that are there, all the annoying habits I’ve collected through the years, and still think I’m worth spending time with.
I forget to breathe when someone is strong enough to cope with my bad temper and still love me.
My knees go weak when someone notice’s I’m overwhelmed and reach out a hand to support me.
My heart starts beating faster when someone has made an effort to find me a present that I really need, instead of just buying the most expensive thing they can afford, as if the money they spent on the present is more important than finding out my needs and desires.
I’m totally sold when someone says; Don’t stop breathing, you’ll need the air, because I will be here tomorrow too…
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October 14th, 2007 at 9:10 pm
There’s a woman who makes my heart beat change pace. And I swear that I feel like I can’t breathe if she talks to me, or when I read what she writes. She thinks it’s impossible that she could be that special, which makes it even worse, as this incredibly extraordinary woman considers herself to be ordinary.
She’s anything but ordinary.
Just the mere thought of her sometimes invokes that sense and I wonder what will become of me.
October 14th, 2007 at 9:13 pm
additionally, I’m certain that she imagines it’s just infatuation and that eventually this sense will wane, which I have already asked myself and answered in the negative.
October 14th, 2007 at 9:40 pm
Well, Jon, I don’t know what to say. Even the ordinary can be extraordinary… and infatuation, only time can tell if it’s infatuation or not.