My first love was a tall boy with
glasses that made my heart melt when he laughed. Love when youre that
young doesnt mean what it does now. (I dont actually even know what
love means now, I dont think its something that needs verbalizing like
that, you can just know and that's ok.) He held my hand and made me
laugh, and when trouble hit was the sympathetic soul I needed.
Incredible listener. We were so idealistic, it was so fresh, I dont
really remember ever feeling so sick and angry as I sometimes do now.
That's either young love or old memories.
Now love involves fighting and
working, and its great, because it also involves passion and strength.
I like the way things have worked out, Im not a complacent person and
could never survive in a merely convenient relationship, or one of
those that's been going for so long its habit. They shouldnt be about
habit, settling, or any of that garbage. Im a bit judgemental about
that; if youre in one of those, Ive probably glared at you about it at
some point, and Im sorry. Im just trying to stick my stubborn ideals of
a naive, passionate love into the context of a working, lasting
relationship.
I dont know where this is coming
from, I just know things could suck right now and Im trying to over
think bigger things so I dont have to see them in my own life, because
Im scared of what it all might mean. I dont think you know at all what this is doing to me. I need to get out.