There's something about the first buddings of new love that makes your heart leap in anticipation. You know that rush you get when he first says it. When he first admits that he loves you. When he first admits that you're always on his mind.
It makes you feel like you're flying. High above everyone and everything, and you're just wrapped up in this warm blanket. And it feels endless, like it could go on forever. And you feel like you're the smallest most insignificant little speck, but at the same time- to him- you're everything. You're his world, his heart, the reason he takes a breath.
The beginning of love is the best place to be, when everything feels urgent and passion is in overflow, and every touch feels like a thousand bolts under your skin. And you just can't get enough.
But then you do.
Or I do.
There's this moment when the magic fades, and I look at the future and all the time stretching ahead, and it's revolting.
And that's when the distancing begins.
Its little things at first and I feel kind of awful 'cause he's still completely smitten.
But I ignore a call here or there.
Or I cancel plans.
Then I say I love you less.
And finally, I break it off.
This for me is always the hardest part, because the whole time I'm wishing that we could just go back to those first few moments and just relive them.
But I know that won't happen.
So I end it.
And I move on.
It's funny though, how much it hurts me.
It's because I do love them, each and every one.
And I know how that sounds.
But it really is true; I don't believe that you're only ever destined to love one person.
I think that you're supposed to fall in love more than once.
And I've fallen so much.
So, so much.
And sometimes I wonder if it's worth it.
And then I think...it has to be.
This is just something I'm kind of tinkering with.
It just sort of popped in my head today.
So you know I wrote it down.
Oooh! And and and, I got a new fan today!
Which is SUPER awesome. I did a happy dance.
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And if you want me to read something of yours, today is the day to ask.
Cause I'm really bored.
