The heart wants what it wants.
Because I never told you this. And I should have.
Falling in love taught me a lot. However, it made me think and question myself why I let myself go through the same cycle twice, knowing that it brought me so much pain the first time.
It’s a world just a handful of us exist in, and few outsiders understand. A world so miniscule even grandparents or uncles do not fully grasp what goes on under our roof.
But what if time was only viewed as a structure of organization? Perhaps it could ease the sense of urgency, but could allow us to grow and expand into our highest potential on our own accord. Of course this is not to devalue time’s importance and universal use, but rather merely highlighting its linear form.
I asked you for your hand, pulled you down onto the bed, made you sleep.
We’re so often afraid of actually working on things. We like manuals and guides. We want Google answers that will point us in the correct direction. We read lists. We make lists.
By closing myself off from any possible attachment, I’m making myself incapable of finding love.
I’ve convinced myself that I’ve been in love, because I felt like it was an institution of growing up.
We could go to the mountains or we could go to the west coast or we could hop on the next flight leaving the country. We could grab our passports and leave these lives behind.