I Believed In Beginnings And Ends- Until I Discovered The BEAUTY In A Middle
I picked out magical beginnings, like the first spark of lightning or the sight of a shooting star!
I picked out magical beginnings, like the first spark of lightning or the sight of a shooting star!
I was a rebound girl, through some (or all?) fault of my own, and it hurt.
You ride on a giant wave of purposive living and move forward. Leaving love behind, leaving the one you love behind.
When love leaves, you suddenly find the theatre empty.
I have always been a misfit. Not just in the ‘I-am-not-going-to-conform-to-societal-norms’ kinda way but also in an ‘unfit-in-my-own-world’ kinda way.
If loneliness is all you get out of being ‘connected’ all the time, maybe here’s where the connection between you and life is going wrong.
We were too young when it happened. Too young when it ended. But we knew what it was. Our first love.
And even after you were elbow deep in the pain that dripped endlessly from my broken heart, you held on, smiling because you weren’t scared to be in there.
Because two travelers in love fill the world with magic!
Has anyone ever told you WHY you cannot ‘move on?’ And that it is OKAY to not be able to…