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I'm just your typical girl who loves to lay around in sweats, a messy bun and spend quality time with those she loves. I've learned that it's the little things in life that makes it so beautiful. Even when life gets hard, little things like a smile or a simple "I love you" can make all the difference. I truly believe in this. Never think that your life doesn't matter - it does. It matters for eternity. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And I am a Christian.
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Friday, April 9, 2010

Your Heart Kept Away In a Box


If you are a really cheesy person, you will admit to having a box kept away under your bed full of love letters from different boys/girls that have meant at least something to you. Well, you've guessed it...I own a box full of letters. Actually, I own two. You may ask if that makes me an even cheesier person?...I wouldn't push it if I were you ;)

The first box I own are love letters from boys as far back as the 5th grade up until my junior year. They are so fun to read! It's funny how the boys I had crushes on I once thought I would marry; that I would fall in love with them one day. But what's even funnier is reading how these guys felt about me. I feel like for some of these guys...if I were to give them back the notes they wrote to me...they would be embarrassed! But then again...I think some of them would still have those same feelings hidden far away in the back of their heart...I don't say that to be conceited..I say that because they've told me.

The other box I own is a box I would like to call my "Paul Box". It's a box that contains every imaginable thing possible. From every anniversary card to keeping every single movie ticket of every movie we saw. Yes, it is that legit. Whenever I miss him, I turn to it. Whenever I miss him a lot and I'm holding in my tears and need to just let them out...I turn to it. Whenever I need a smile, I turn to it. Whenever I need to remember the sound of his voice...I turn to it. But at the same time...it's nothing to cry about. Paul is my best friend and will forever be my best friend. He knows all of my secrets and has been apart of so many significant events in my life. He will forever have a box hidden under my bed because I know one day...my kids will ask who this Paul guy was...and I will either tell them that he was some amazing guy I once dated in High School or...he's your dad.

The reason why I decided to talk about my boxes of love notes was because I went through Paul's today. I bought a new box to put all of his stuff in because before...I was just using a shoe box and having to travel with it back and forth from Idaho...it's been getting a little worn out. So, this is my new box.




I think what I'm going to do is occasionally post some of the letters that I have received from boys...I'm not going to write who wrote them...but I promise I won't leave a single word out.

"uuugggg!!! so not cute enough. he's like almost nerdy/skateboarder/ihavenoclue looking." - oh how I love my best friend Sarah Peterson :) hahaha


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