This sun don’t shine when I’m alone
I lose my mind and I lose control
I see your eyes look through my soul
Don’t be surprised, this all I know
I felt the highs and they felt like you
See a love like mine is too good to be true
And you too divine to just be mine
You remind me of the color blue
I think that I am good with love, sometimes. I’d like to paint love like the fairy tale that it should be and should feel like, but, I have come to understand that it only is the tale that we create or make it to be. The one that best fit our moment at the time. There are so many versions of love, so many twist and turns, so many acceptable and unacceptable terms. So I’d like to say that yes, yes I am good with love, sometimes.
I’d like to tell you that the stories of love, each one that made an impact on me had a very nice story, but its far from the truth. Each story of love seemed to get worse and worse with each person. To be honest I have only been in love twice, not including the now. I have told only three people I loved them. And all three were drastically different in every way.
One love, was my first love. The second, was a very much like instinct to love and nurture kind of love. The third and ultimately the most devastating love, was the hard lesson, the one that changed me, the one that hit me so hard it left me empty and confused about love. The one that haunts me. The final one, and hopefully last, has been quite a ride but ultimately one that I have felt full devotion from and sweet blissful love.
I feel that each one deserves a post to themselves, showing each one for what they truly were and are and acknowledging each unique success and fail. I hold them close, as lessons mainly, and as memories of the loss of a girl I once knew.