Blog challenge day 11

"Your family"

My family is really close. My mom and dad have been married for 25 years, and together for 35 years. They belong together, and non of them could ever imagine not having the other. They have so much love, that they brought two foster children into our family from when they were babies, even though they had my big sister and I. I couldn't imagine a better relationship than the one I have to my parents. We can talk about everything, because that's just the kind of people we are. We have so many jokes together, and a shared understanding.

My big sister and I are best friends and better. We can do everything together, and talk about everything and it is just wonderful. My two younger foster sisters are my babies. No matter how big they grow I still see them as little innocent children. The first one is 14 now, and I can't bare that she's growing up. The other one is 9 and she's half greenlander, and is the most beautiful little lovely girl in the world. She had a really hard time when I moved, and it took her weeks of crying herself to sleep in my mom's room, to get used to the fact that I didn't live at my parents anymore. That's a little bit about my family. (:

Alt det hun er

Hun er som en sommer dag, hvor 

kliche det end lyder. Varm og 

nærmes ulidelig dejlig. Jeg får en 

lidenskabelig lyst, til at tage tøjet af, 

og mærke hendes varme på min 

nøgne hud. 

Hun er som en vase, med sine 

perfekte kurver. Bløde runde former, 

men stadig tynd og skrøbelig. Tab 

hende ikke, for hun kan knuses i 

tusind stykker, som glas. En 

skrøbelig skønhed.

Hun er som en stjerneklar december 

nat. Hendes øjne funkler, mens hvid 

røg undslipper hendes varme mund. 

Kinderne bliver så smukt røde. Hvad 

mon hun gemmer på, bag de lange 

sorte skygger? 

Hun er som en rose, så betagende i al 

sin fryd. Et forvirrende mønster, 

men så hypnotiserende smuk og sød. 

På trods af kulden og livets realitet, 

vil hun altid atter genopstå, selvom 

hun falmer.

Hun er som en aftenkjole, så fin at 

man ikke kan undgå, at vende sig og 

tage et ekstra kig. Udenpå er hun 

bedårende, dog kan det skønne ydre 

ikke måle sig med skønheden, der er 

inden under.

Hun er som et kys, så umådelig 

kærlig mod mine læber. Hun vækker 

følelser i mig, der giver mig årsag. Et 

kærtegn der giver lykke og mening til 

livet. Jeg smelter indeni, når hun siger

 "kys mig".

Hun er som en tåre, så ren og blid 

mod min kind. Et udtryk for de 

dybeste følelser, der fylder mit 

blødende hjerte. Så vemodig, så 

hvorfor leve? Fordi jeg har hende, 

aller dybest inde.

Af Kiri Rehmeier

Dedikeret til mit livs lys, min eneste sande kærlighed.

for her

Because you're the only one for me.

Pain

I've been listening to the same song over and over trying to figure out what is really going on in my mind. I have no idea what to think. The thing is.. I know how I feel, but I'm not sure I can allow myself to feel it. You see, feeling stuff usually leads to suffering, pain or regret. I don't regret. I don't regret a single thing. Not a single thing I've said, done or any of the millions of tears I've cried over this. Was I really that unimportant to you?
It's just.. Loss? It can really rip your soul apart. I really thought that the word "forever" meant something. Something real.. Didn't it? You know, I hate being wrong. It's just not my thing. I'm stubborn and I hate admitting I was wrong.
I've considered driving those extra miles, whenever I was around south. Every time the thought would cross my mind. But I didn't do it. Because I can't predict the reaction I'd get.
I... I don't know what to say.. I wish you would just be the one talking. So I could know what you're thinking.
Just.. anything I guess

Letter Challenge Day 15

A letter to the person you miss the most.

Dear Mette

I'm not sure how to combine the word "miss" with my feelings about you at the moment. Right now you are without a doubt, the person whom I send the most thoughts during the day. It's like you're a puzzle and I can't get all of the pieces to fit - and yet I still can. It's like I've been reading your mind lately. I ask you questions which I already know the answers to. I just want to hear it from your mouth.
I want to share my experiences with you, but I'm afraid it'll be for no good use. I know what you're going through - Trust me, I really really do. So I guess you could say I'm not reading your mind, but simply just having the knowledge to know that you're thinking exactly the same thoughts, that I did once.
I know what you want at the moment, and I know what it takes to learn the lesson - 'cause I did it too. You have to be stupid before you can learn to be wise. You have to be blind before you can learn to see. I guess I'm writing this because it has occurred to me, that the chance I have to make you see it clear, before it becomes pure horror; is very small. There are many ways in which I could try to make you see, but without your interest in knowing what I learned, it would be a waste of time for us both. When I was at the point in which you are right now I was stupid - people tried to make me see, but I was stupid because I didn't listen. I know that now. But honestly it would be a huge surprise if you weren't stupid like I was. In that case I must have misjudged the similarity between us - god I hope I have! A dream you get when you gain the knowledge that people in my place have, is to share your knowledge and stop just ONE person from making the same mistakes you did. Many of us never succeed. I'm not sure if I did at some point in my journey - But if I had to pick one particular person to be the one I stopped; No doubt that it'd be you. I mean... I love you so fucking much? No one should ever have to go through what I did - I wouldn't even wish this upon my worst enemy! And knowing that you're making the same mistake I did, which got to be the largest mistake of my life, and it's not in my power to make the right choice for you - IS AWFUL! It's not much different from watching your friend slit his wrists and then suffer a slow and painful death, while you're just watching. You want to interrupt, but you can't.

But sweetie, I'm not gonna try to force you into doing what I wish you would. Just know that I'm here for you every day, every night - ready to support, help, talk to or whatever you'd like. And the day you'll be ready to take in the knowledge, I will gladly tell you and help you understand. But just know this: I am not gonna judge you, I am not gonna blame you, and I am not gonna leave you. Even if you say you don't need me, I'll still be the one picking up the phone at 3 AM ready to listen and understand. A lot of people will listen, but only a few of them will understand.
You know you've got me - never be afraid to use it. I won't ask for anything in return, cause you've already given me so much.

Yours truly
Kiri Rehmeier

Letter Challenge Day 8

A letter to your favorite internet friend

Dear Lulle

I've known you for years, but never actually met you. You live in the opposite end of the country, but since I was in Copenhagen a few weeks ago, and didn't meet you while I was there - I regret that! I want to meet you so much really. I think you're an awesome person, and though we've never met, we know each other. We've read each others diaries for years now. I used to write every day, but now I never write anymore. I don't feel like it helps me anymore. But I still read yours and the others.
I often think of you and the others in the group. A lot of people, actually most the people who reads my blog, doesn't know from where we know each other, so I'm gonna explain.
About five years ago I joined a group on Arto for girls suffering from an eating disorder. From that group I now have many good friends. Most of us has come really really far, and some are even well today. This letter is for one of the girls from the group, but somehow you might say it's for everyone in the group. Anyone who ever commented on my diary. In this group we each had a diary in which we could write whatever we wanted. If I read the first couple of pages in my diary, I can clearly see that it's been years since I wrote it. Back then we wrote about food, disordered thoughts, weight and how much we hated our bodies. Now it's more of a real diary, where we write about life and our problems. I haven't really written in mine the last year.. I don't really feel like I need it anymore I guess..?

But EDs .. I love you. All of you. You've helped me so much. I don't know where I would have been if I hadn't had you to lean on at tough times. Some would have though the group was bad for us, but I really know we did the right thing. Most of us recovered a lot from what we was back then. You are so cool guys. The toughest girls I know. This letter is for you. Thank you so much - for everything.

Yours forever faithfully
Kiri Rehmeier

Blog challenge day 3

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Min bedste ven ..

Jamen altså,

min bedste ven hedder Casper Nygaard Petersen. Han er 18 år. Faktisk lige præcis 4 måneder yngre end jeg selv. Han er omkring de 183 cm høj, og tynd som et siv. Han er et af de skønneste mennesker i verden. En venskab som vores tror jeg ikke er særlig udbredt. Vi har et forhold næsten som bror og søster. Dog vil jeg nærmere sige at vi har et kærlighedsforhold på et højere plan. Selvom jeg er single, har jeg stadig en mand i mit liv - ud over min far selvfølgelig :) ..

Han er en fyr der ser realistisk på tingene. Typen der ser en rigtig ven som en rigtig ven, og en bekendt som en person der ikke er tæt på.

Men for mig.. Så er han et af de mennesker der betyder aller mest. Jeg elsker ham, og jeg ville ikke være foruden ham - nogensinde. Jeg har flere personer jeg kan komme til når alting ramler. Casper er den eneste der kommer til mig, når det hele ramler for mig. Når jeg siger "Jeg har brug for dig lige nu" svarer han; "I'm on my way." Det er han den eneste der gør. Han trøster mig når jeg er ked af det. Ligger med mig når jeg har ondt. Hopper lalleglad rundt med mig når jeg har det godt. Skråler med på åndssvage sange med mig når vi er fulde. Han er den bedste ven jeg nogensinde har haft. Han ser mig for alle de Kiri'er jeg er. Han er en af de få der kender alle sider af mig.

Jeg kan klare alt.. Når bare jeg har Casper.

Vi er som et gammelt ægtepar ind imellem. Og jeg elsker det. Han er den mand jeg har brug for. Den der ved hvornår han skal kæmpe for sin sag, og hvornår han bare skal sige "javel skat". Casper.. han kender mig. <3