I know people will call me stupid for this. But Love, I can still see the truth in your lonely eyes. I can see the long lost stars in the corner of your eyes – you know that the stars are my weakness. I see the boundless hopes of wanting me back into your life and that’s why I’m coming back to you.
I know that it will seem like they have changed, like they have laid to rest everything your heart opposed. After all, they were your best friend. They loved life into you, art into you. They knotted memories to your collarbones, kissed light into your sadness. They were everything to you. They were your future, your safety.
Laugh at his jokes, even if they are not funny. Love him even when he is not very lovable.
You miss my voice, my body, my company while you’re out drunk with friends at 2am. You text me but I ignore you out of respect for myself. “Fuck, I messed up”, you think.
We get one life to live and we get to choose how we fuck it up. But we also get to choose how we make it better and how we make the lives around us better.
Sometimes things make more sense the second time around. People change, you change and the universe changes, if we keep ourselves confined to first chances only, we will truly miss out on some of the most beautiful things in life.
If that second chance does come by, I promise that I’ll never let you go again.
If star-alignment really has something to do with our “destiny,” our “fate,” I don’t mind being an astronomer, a meteorologist, or even an astronaut. Whatever it takes to make you destined to be mine.
No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy.
Love is not something you get a singular shot at. Love is like energy — it cannot be created nor destroyed; it only transforms from one form to another. It will never be exactly like it was, but you will love again.