So I cried but for what? For the fact that we were over or for the fact that I was alone? How many people fly through relationships without stopping to look back reflect and think, I won’t forget him, the way he held my hand when I looked miles away from him, or the way it would be me and him in his truck listening to music. I didn’t think it could get any better than that. Then reality hits, and it leaves a mark. I remember when we first started talking; we could talk about nothing for hours, now? Now we have nothing to talk about. I used to get him to stay on the phone late just to hear his voice. How can something so strong be taken away so fast? Is there ever love? The love that makes your toes curl, and your cheeks flush. Is there love that can send you so high you forget how to come down? I would like to forget for a while…which brings me back to my original point how can you find love if you rush it? Is a break up and end or a beginning?
January 26, 2011