It seems like, it’s only me. Like I’m the only one who wants us to see eachother before I leave. And you give me the same response. Oh yeah, I’m at work sorry. I completly understand that, but im looking like the fool asking if you’re home. You don’t fucking miss me. Because if you did, you would’ve said something like come tomorrow, or let’s see each other even if it’s for an hour or 30 min. But no. Alright. That’s completely fine. I’ll keep to myself from now on. I swear to God, I won’t ever bother you anymore.
On 14 July 1789, the prison of Bastille was stormed by revolutionaries. With the fall of the Bastille, the French Revolution had begun, which would eventually culminate in the bloody toppling of a regime which had existed for nearly 800 years. This day is celebrated across France as “le quatorze juillet,” the first milestone along the road to the French Republic. In English-speaking countries, it is called “Bastille Day.”
In honor of Bastille Day, we’ve put together a reading list of chapters and extracts on topics, such as the Reign of Terror, Marie-Antoinette, the Marquis de Sade, and the reasons behind the French Revolution, from University Press Scholarship Online and Very Short Introductions.
Image: The Storming of the Bastille by Jean-Pierre Houël (1735-1813). Bibliothèque nationale de France. Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.
I spend a lot of time thinking about you. You are in my head most of my day. I’ve known you for about 12 years now. We saw each other grow when we were young, we saw each other like different people, we saw each other move apart. I remember waking up one morning in the fourth grade. It was the day after valentines, and I was the most excited kid in school. I remember waking up early in the morning, even before the cross - lady showed up. It was still dark outside, and I’m not gonna lie I was kinda scared but it didn’t matter. I walked to the door and it was closed. So I just sat there. I needed to be the first person there. I needed to be the first person to see you. I did all that, and I didn’t even see you until lunch time. I sat next to you that day during lunch. It was weird, because I usually sat with the guys, and you were setting with the girls, and I was the only guy at that side of the table. We finished lunch, and you asked me to play with you that day. And I skipped soccer that day, which honestly was a big deal for me back then, hahahaha, and I walked over to the playground. Tag was the thing back then, and that’s what we were playing. It was you and I plus like 10 other kids. After a minute, all the kids were upset because we were only tagging eachother. We didn’t care. Fast forward 8 years, we’re in the beach house, and it’s about 4am. You get up to open the door, and their I am, shit - faced, and im barely able to stand up straight. You help me to our bed, and you lay next to me. It’s pitch dark, and I notice you’re still awake. We begin to kiss, and you get on top of me. And I’m thinking to myself. It’s going to happen, tonight is the night. And it didnt. It took me months to process what went wrong. We loved each other, we care about each other, we just came back from one of the nights we will never forget. It was perfect. The time was perfect, wasn’t it? It wasn’t. I’m glad we stopped before things went forward. I’m glad that I didn’t take the only thing you still held close to you. You told me, you knew I was the one, but it didn’t feel right. Maybe I was not the one ment for that. Maybe it was was the wrong time. Or maybe there is a guy out there who cares more than i do. No matter what I say or do, I will still feel you here until I’m gone. Pamela, I thank God for putting you in my life. I love you, and hopefully one day years from now if someone hasn’t taken you. I hope to find you in the same place when I knew I found the girl who I wanted to play tag with, for the rest of my life.
God knows how much I love you
I will beg my way into your garden
I will break my way out when it rains
Just to get back to the place where I started
So I can want you back all over again
Cozy #CTB @cornelluniversity college town
However, things like this do change with time. In my case, it never did. In other cases, it takes less time. What it really depends on is how well you can fill that person’s needs. If you can make him or her happy, satisfied, make him or her feel safe with you and trust you, then in time there is a good chance that he or she will fall for you.
The happier you make that person, the more likely it is that he or she will fall in love with you. Why? Because love and happiness are very closely related. Being in love is being happy. Being capable of making someone happy is the most appealing quality a person can possess. I didn’t make her happy, she never appreciated the time and effort it took to keep our relationship whole. But hey… If you are in love with someone and believe that this person can one day love you, but simply aren’t in the right place in his or her life, then just make that person happy every time that you see him or her.
After a while, the correlation of happiness with that person’s interaction with you will lead him or her to be happy every time that this person sees you – he or she will be happy with the anticipation of happiness. If you really love someone then I don’t recommend that you give up on that person.
But keep in mind one very important thing: If you love someone then your one and only job as a lover is to make that person happy. If you don’t believe you can make him or her happy then accept the fact that it will never work. I believe this is true. I just can’t accept it. And it kills me. I just have to be a man about, and let her be.