I don't know what bothers me more, the fact that you treat me like shit, or the fact that you don't even notice you're doing it anymore, like I'm fine with it or something. I'm over you and your issues, because quite frankly I don't have time for this shit anymore. I don't know, whenever you decide to smarten up and realize how rude you're being and stop it, then come talk to me, because I just can't deal with this side of you right now.
You know it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they are happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it's usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you've realized how wrong you've been, that you've realized how much you need it, how much you love it.
Remember when I was young and so were you? And time stood still and love was all we knew. You were the first, so was I. We made love and then you cried. Remember when we vowed the vows and walked the walk? Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard. We lived and learned, life threw curves. There was joy, there was hurt. Remember when old ones died and new were born? And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged. We came together, fell apart. And broke each other's hearts.
By some mischief of fate, we might only fall in love once. You know, that one great love old folks refer to. Many lovers may get into our lives, but there is only one person with that one smile, one kiss, one hug and one moment, that our hearts will never replace. That person, usually but sadly, is the one that got away. That’s why, after all the chips are down, we know, just know, that we’ll never fall in love that way again.
Loved you first, when we were children. You broke my heart, all that's forgiven. We lost our chance to love one another. We'll love again but just not each other.
I want to be the kind of girl who leaves an everlasting impression. I don’t want to be the type that you’ll forget in a week. I want to be hard to forget. I want to have the kind of impact on someone where they know they’ll never find anyone else who could ever take my place.
My new favorite place in all the world is buried in your sheets, tangled up in you. My new favorite word is my own name rolling off your lips at a whisper. And when I’m with you it all just melts away. It’s all okay.
Elein. 18.
Scholastican, Theresian, Thomasian, 2nd year CFAD student.
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