Certain things are like... like sky-writing, like a really beautiful thing that lasts for a couple of moments.
And then... you know? It just ends.
As time went by, there just got to be all these things, little things that were left unsaid.
And all these little things that were left unsaid piled up.
And after a while, there were so much that was left unsaid, that we barely said anything at all.
I couldn't escape them, all the little things I left unsaid, I was drowning in them.
Love isn't about ridiculous little words.
Love is all about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums.
Love is about proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky-writing.
Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there.
Lastly, love is about finding the courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.
And then the next morning, something kind of amazing happened. The sun came out again.
As I held on to him for dear life, we both knew the truth.
We were on different roads, he and me, two sheeps that passed in Sheep Meadow.
Somewhere a million miles away, the boy I love was going down his road, and I was going on mine.
Hmm, see? It annoys me to say this again, "I told you so!" This is just like I told you all this while...
Same thing I knew getting into this whole mess - love ends.
You come into this world alone and leave it the exact same way.
Maybe, that's the way of life.
Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor.
And what does it really get you in the end?
Nothing... but a few incredible moments, so incredible that you can't ever shake.
Sometimes, someone comes into your life that changes everything, raises the standard,
makes you laugh and makes you feel like you.
And even though you're not with him, you don't want to let him go.
And even though you're not with him, you don't want to let him go.
1 comment:
You wrote. Again. The way you always do. Inked with grief, written with love. My world is beautiful again.... Thank you
There's this flow in your words. They just pull me in and ten minutes later, I've lived someone else's life, but somehow, it's also mine, and I've known it all along, but you brought it back to me, do you know? I guess all I'm trying to say is, you're spectacular and you're heartbreaking.
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