This will be my last post of love. Love is a sensitive subject. Every person has something to say about it and something they think is right about it. Everyone experiences love and it is so difficult to define that poets turn to nature and artists turn to vibrant colors.
My experiences with love have been all across the board and of course I think I’m right, doesn’t everyone?
When I started writing on this particular subject I had no idea it would affect me so greatly. I am raw with feelings, good and bad. I am starting to see this thin line that I keep trying to get onto while writing about love and all I am doing is jumping right over it or falling off. Let me tell you, falling off of an imaginary line is not a walk in the park.
If I could say one more thing about love, it would be the following:
I could search all day, every day for “the one”; but until I stop and breathe he will never find me. In the mean time, I’m just going to work on breathing.
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I like your last line. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks, the last line took me forever to write... but it was so obvious. I say it all the time.
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