It's 2 am and my eyes are burning. I'm running barefoot back to the front door. I know I can't look back to the glowing red of your tail-lights because I know I will need you more. And the moment that pickup truck roars into gear and drives away, the only thing on my mind is how I wish it would come right back.
A few people have recently mentioned the prospect of blogging to me, so here I am now. It sounded like fun initially, but my more valid excuse for starting this is perhaps that it could be beneficial in some way to my dream of being a writer. Also, I think it might be something I could personally thrive off of in some way. It could be food for me.
He was both right and wrong. He perhaps never imagined that I would be with the same boy, and so in this way, he was mistaken. When I fell in love with you, it was absolutely overpowering. I truly believed that there was no more fervent love in all the world. What I had found was the epitome. I was consumed by my love for this boy. But my father was correct, however, in that what I thought was the epitome was only a faint reflection of the love I feel now. Because every day, heaven's existence is proven to me simply in the existence of this boy.
And the notion of moving thousands of miles away from him has me torn.
The coast is calling me. I am bound for travels, for this great adventure. But he is my North Star, my compass for these brave explorations. Take a dive with me.
I read this multiple times a day.
ReplyDeleteI don't know why it posted as androidman. But that was your boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteOh honey.
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