Dear Rosy friend

Dear Rosy friend,

It was 5 years ago, I guess when we met. We don’t see each other that much but we talk enough so I know I can call you a friend. I remember the day you told me I was one of your few friends, we don’t meet people by accident. You encourage me to do things out of my little comfort zone, you help me seek God when I don’t feel like praying. You are always there on the other end of the phone supporting me, a sister in Christ that I thank God for most of the time.

Proverbs 17:17: “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”

Your like the flowers of the field, smelling like spring and shining like the sun. You make people melt for God’s love, you are the wife someone is praying for. You capture every moment just right, a book that can’t be finished, a story that is already written. You speak like a wise woman, that you became to be in the last moments. God is using you for a great purpose and molding you into a greater person. We’re only humans working to be perfect like the son of our heavenly father.

You always show me the coolest clothes, tell me about the most beautiful songs and encouraging video’s. We plan awesome trips and make master plans to travel for a good prices.  I am really thankful to have a friend like you.

Thank you God for my rosy friend, she smells like the flowers of the field and shines like the sun. Rosy friend, I can’t wait to see you again.

xo, Gely

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Dear Future Husband

Dear future husband,

I love you.

I’ve been thinking about how we met

I get all exited when I see cute colors all over the place, I hope you don’t mind that I get all jumpy because of this.

Do you indie pop music and do you have any brothers or sisters ? Dear future husband it’s kind of crazy but I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, I hope to meet you in church or in a book store one day. You make me happy without even knowing you’re doing so, you make me go sane even though I haven’t met you yet.

I like your smile already, the way your eyes sparkle when I’m  around. The way you praise the lord and thank him every day, the way you talk about Jesus. I am amazed.

I never thought to meet a man like you, so nice, so patient and full of truth. You’re there when I need you the most and you’re there when I’m ready for an adventure, so close. We make crazy adventures, we share crazy thoughts, we are different and at the same time so much a-like. I understand why God put you in my life, you are just right.

When you get to your knees and ask me to come close and do the same to pray, I melt because you want me to understand. You want me to stay focused and pay attention to who’s really important. Or when you read me the bible before we go to sleep and we start our arguments on what we think. Sometimes you work allot but that’s okay, because God is taking care of our hearts, it’s not much about us but the holly spirit working through us, you are still the most precious person in my life.

You are into clichés; buying me roses and telling me how much you love me.We speak the same langues and you like pepperoni pizza, I’m not sure if you like Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream because you always complain about eating too much sugar. In the weekends when we finally have some time to rest our bones, you like to see me bake banana pancakes, reaching for the cabinet on my tiny toes. Your smile is just amazing, you light up my world. Did I mention when  you purposed? It was wonderful!

xo, Gely

Dear lady With The Pink Bow

Dear lady with the pink bow,

You love pink as much as you love baby blue, mixing colors is your favorite thing to do. I admire your work but you’re really lazy when it comes to doing homework. You’re different from the rest, as everyone is unique you made a little plot twist. People think you’re weird because you have this secret love for dolls and you reveal it sometimes without knowing your being exposed, which makes me think of Aria from Pretty Little Liars but I’m not writing this to compare you to other artists.

You paint with pictures that aren’t even yours, you collect them and re-blog them on that one thing called Tumblr, you just love it and it shows who you really are. Sometimes soft, crazy, mysterious but also hard to read. Lady with the pink bow, you love odd things you can’t work with, like a pencil because you’re too scared to draw the world and afraid that people would judge you for your work. I noticed that things changed in the past few moths because you started to realize who you truly are. Don’t be afraid to pick up your Polaroid 600, and take pictures like no other. Because we learn from our mistakes even when they coast money, your work is timeless and goes from the 60’s to the 90’s, back and fort with a touch of modern tones. I heard that people still ask why you love old things, and to be honest I guess it’s because you’re scared for new things, you rather hold on to your memories instead of making to many new ones and forget the oldies.

People find it hard to read you, you’re not an easy person to talk to. You’re quiet in a packed room full of strangers and you barely start a conversation, even when it’s just 4 people sitting on the same table. If they want to know you a little they have to spend at least one week with you to know your favorite sweaters. Your taste in music and tea with a good book, sunsets and cartoons, movies and clothes. Why do you make it so hard for us to get to know you, it’s like talking to a wall that only cracks open when the right kind  of sunlight hits the perfect spot. But lady with the pink bow, it was nice to visit and chat over a cup of tea because after a week it was all worth it, it was really nice to get to know you.

Xo, Gely

Dear Pretty Fantastic Girl..

Dear, pretty fantastic girl

I once named you “Pretty-much-fantastic-and-amazing-girl” in one of my posts but It was to long so I shorten it to “Pretty-fantasic-girl.”

You know that I’m sorry for leaving you but you gave me no choice, it was like I was still trapped in our past lives before the trouble started to happen. I’m hoping you’re doing fine and, to be honest, I think that it was a good thing that I left, you didn’t need me I guess. I’ve been there for you in our past lives and now there are other people standing by your side in your present life. You changed I’ve heard, and you’re nothing like that girl I used to know. We still love the same music but we were always kind of different, forgive me if I’m writing something that isn’t true, after all, I don’t know you anymore. We never know people completely until we stand into each other’s shoes. I hope you’re not mad at me you deserve the best! You’re a funny and smart girl and that will never go to waste, I hope that your new friends are treating you well and respectful because you deserve whatever makes you happy. I’ve heard about them too, they are really nice and they like the same things that you like as well.

Remember that guy you liked and we used to stalk him for fun and hide in the bathroom in high school? Haha, or that one time in middle school that we got in trouble because we played football in class when everyone was at PE and we hit the ceiling. Or that other time that we also stayed at school and you watched scary videos on YouTube with our classmate, and when we went out side for recess I scared you so bad that you almost fell down and we couldn’t stop laughing.
Maybe we never missed each other but the memories we made, we were better off making adventures instead of actually being “best friends.” I also want you to know that I will be there when you need me, we may not be close but I still care and after all, I want to tell you that you “My pretty fantastic girl” we had some great adventures and I will always remember those, Dear Pretty-much-fantastic-and-amazing-girl you were a blessing.

Xo, Gely

Dear Gely..

I always wanted to write a letter for myself that I can look back too and say that I’m proud on whatever I achieved what was in that letter. I never did it so this amazing girl from London (Trust Sinach)  inspired me to finally write a letter to myself today. 

Dear Gely, 

If you read this I want you to know that I’m proud of you on whatever you achieved, you became a good writer by finally taking some writing classes or something, and you became a pretty good piano player and singer because you always wanted to take classes but was afraid and felt pressured for some reason. I’m here to tell you that you became very successful in your own way, not successful as rich with allot of money, but successful in growing into someone you always been but just  discovered it in those past years. And you have allot more confidence then before. You been to London and to almost all the places you ever wanted to go. You made friends on your own, you’re working harder  then before and your faith became stronger and stronger. Girl I’m very proud of you, see dreams really do come true !

You became spontaneous and more creative, you’re doing more of what you love instead of thinking: “ugh, whatever It will never be as great and beautiful as I imagined it.”  You finally went on a date, well that took forever but you did it! and guess what this guy you went on a date with liked you back so don’t worry. You started to communicate more often with your old friends, because for some reason something  came into your brain to finally take a risk!

There isn’t allot that I can tell you  because you have to find it out for yourself lol. See you soon my younger self!

xo, Future Gely

Dear Friend..

This is a personal post but I felt like sharing it. it’s a letter I wrote for an old friend in February 2014…

I have been thinking about this person for a while, just out of nowhere. We haven’t spoken for moths or had a real conversation in years. I thought about this person in the last 2 years. I’ve been stupid and did some things I wish I had never done, but that’s  how we learn, by making mistakes. I wish I could just tell that person that I’m sorry, that I’m not myself when I talk to him, that I want everything to be perfect because that person meant so much to me. Ever since you gave me a second change in the 7th grade I felt lucky, I felt like I should’ve been more grateful for having you. After that, I changed. I did, I really did. We became so close even though we didn’t saw each other because we went to different schools. We didn’t had to talk face to face to have fun we had twitter, funny but we also talked on msn. You said you missed me and wanted to hug me, I wanted the same. We grew up, went to high school, and I messed things up. I was so happy to have a friend like you and started to talk about how great you are, people became curious and asked you about it. You asked me If I had any feelings for you. I lied and said: “haha no I haven’t, you’re my best friend.” After all that drama of people asking about us I guess you got annoyed and frustrated,  you didn’t want anything to do with me. I changed again this time really upset because I didn’t had you. Just a phone number, million screen shots of our conversations and your Facebook page. Couldn’t do much with it because I was scared, scared of feeling that pain; not having those late night conversation but only those boring texts everyone else had. I’ve been a terrible friend and let you down. I’m so sorry and I wish I could just say it, face to face so you would see that I meant everything I said. But instead I wrote you this post, because I realized you were special, a gift from God. I’m so sorry my friend for everything I did, I let you down when you needed me, Thought only about myself can’t belief I was so selfish. Dear friend I hope you’ll forgive me..

xo, Gely