In closing.

Wow. What an eventful year this has been. I got into my dream school, met the love of my life, and tested my academic limits. I have lived more in this year than in many years past. The friends and memories that I have made will carry me through these next four years and far beyond.

Here's to the past for what it is worth, the present for what it makes me feel, and the future for what it will be.

Holiday secrets.

I've read the PostSecret blog for the past four years. Over time, I have kept images of the secrets that I could have written. Here is the most recent set, along with the music video to Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects that first got me interested in this project.

Enjoy,

Kris

I saw you.

I saw you, falling asleep on my shoulder in the hotel room on Thanksgiving. Your blanket clutched close, you reminded me of the that smiling four-year-ol that I saw in a old picture that you once showed me. "It's juvenile. I should really get rid of it, you once said to me, though I hushed you and pulled you in closer to me, saying that I found it endearing. With a dreamy, half-awake smile, you gave me a kiss on my nose intended for my lips. I smiled, snuggled in closer, and found that spot in the nape of your neck. The spot where we fit like puzzle pieces, where your arms enveloped and protected me from the reaches of the dark, the skeletons n my closet, the ghosts of my past. Slowly drifting in and out of consciouness, the last thing I remember is the soft rise and fall of your chest methodically easing me into sleep.

Such is love.

A question.

 Is love the size of an ocean? Or all of the oceans?

Jacob, you make me think about this daily. Our love knows no bounds. I love not only you, but who I am with you. The fact that you have a wonderful family to support you is amazing. Yes, rght now I sound extremely repetitive, but I assure you it is for the better. I love you more than I ever have any other person that walks this Earth.

Kris

God Bless This Broken Road

If I know only one thing in this world it is this: God blessed the broken road that lead me straight to you.

I love you dear. Keep strong.

~Kris