Tell Your Love Story

I sat across the table from one of the coldest couples I know. And when I say cold, I mean towards each other. They’ve been married for over 40 years, but have simply become roommates.

We shared a meal together and the more we talked the more lifeless the conversation became. I decided we needed to make a turn fast before I ended up falling asleep in my soup.

So tell me, how did the two of you meet?

They laughed bashfully, looking at one another. The years of young love were long gone and the distance between them caused a reluctance to revisit those memories. But to oblige their guests, they finally began the narration.

I expected them to be terse in their description, but I soon found myself sitting on the edge of my seat full of anticipation. I had a million questions, but held my tongue as to not interrupt the natural flow of the story. More than that, I didn’t want to interrupt what was happening before my eyes.

They were actually warming up to one another, laughing in ways I’ve never heard. I even caught a glimpse of him caressing her arm. I was shocked to say the least. I think there was a smile plastered to my face the rest of the conversation.

This experience taught me a lot. It taught me the importance of telling your love story. There is power in returning back to those first days of your relationship. Don’t let that story get stuck on a shelf and covered with cobwebs. Share it with others. Revisit it with each other. And I guarantee it will keep your love alive.

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I Moustache You
a Question

They called us into their bedroom for a family meeting. I didn’t recall many family meetings so I knew it must be serious. I sat on my parents’ bed. I now find that ironic seeing that a couple’s bed should be the cornerstone of love and intimacy. Theirs was the meeting place to announce they were getting a divorce.

Pain. I never knew what it was before this day. It hurt bad and sent me into a mess of emotions. Fear. Anger. Confusion. Sadness. Combined together and the result is a loud siren of pain that never seemed to subside.

Until one day. I met a man. His name is Jesus. He brought clarity to the mess of emotions and healed my beat up heart. And He took all that bloody pain and formed a new heart that beats a deep red passion. It’s scarlet red, fierce but pure.

And it beats to prevent the very thing that broke it in the first place. It beats for love. Not a superficial, Hollywood love that’s easy and makes you feel good. But for a love that endures.

This is the heartbeat of Pictilio.

So here is the question I moustache you, do you have the same heartbeat? Does your heart long for a love that endures?

Vitaliy and I are determined to keep our love alive. One date night at a time. Is it possible to stop the pain for the next generation? Is it possible to have marriages that flourish? That’s my hope. Vitaliy and I are going for it!

Will you join us?

Facebook.
Twitter.
Blog.

And most importantly, will you invite a friend? If so, please share. We can’t do it alone.

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Sway With Me

Dancing Hearts

Tonight I wanna hold you
Turn off the lights,
Put on some slow music
Dance slow and hold you tight

I wanna feel you breathe
I wanna feel you smile,
I wanna get lost in love
And dance a while

We don’t need to say
A single thing,
Just slowly sway with me
And feel our hearts-sing

I know this feeling
It feels so right,
In my arms you’ll stay
And we’ll dance the night-away

— Travis Peterson

Couple dancing on the bridge