eating cake
There comes a point when you stop remembering the persons that you love. You forget how special they are and why you fell in love with them in the first place.
Why do we forget the things that make us happy? Why do we become distracted from our dreams?
It is a fair argument that if you ever completely forgot about someone you love then you never really loved them at all.
We lose touch. We forget what love means. We lose sight of what means the most. Selfish desires come forth and everything else seems less important. We know better, but we don't want to. It feels so nice sometimes to just forget about your deep-seeded feelings, to leave behind what you know and explore something new, something exciting.
Most of the time we leave because we are hurt. And it doesn't have to be anything extreme, maybe something very small. A feeling like you're missing out because you've tied yourself to a commitment.
Would you ever cheat on such a beautiful person? You are in love. It seems as though no one can take that away, except maybe yourself.
In 5th grade I betrayed my "girlfriend." We exchanged boy/girl friend titles near the end of 2nd grade. I had determined that our relationship was boring though. We had no more classes together. We only shared the bus ride home. Word spread that I had a new girlfriend and she had a friend ask me if that was true. I told her it was and I never really talked to her again. All the way up to high school I felt awkward around her.
I felt bad and I still remember the date. November 14, 1999, the first snowfall of the year. It was an awkward day for me.
I'm sure that incident lost significance to her sooner than it did for me. Yet, it was one thing that I kept in my mind to remind myself that I was capable of dirty love. Not that there was any love involved in that immature relationship, but I can still remember why I did what I did. It felt good. I liked being able to get what I wanted. Caring for her was just an obstacle.
Like my mind and my body, my heart has grown since then. I could never betray the one whom I love.
Would you even want me if you knew I couldn't remain loyal?
Why do we forget the things that make us happy? Why do we become distracted from our dreams?
It is a fair argument that if you ever completely forgot about someone you love then you never really loved them at all.
We lose touch. We forget what love means. We lose sight of what means the most. Selfish desires come forth and everything else seems less important. We know better, but we don't want to. It feels so nice sometimes to just forget about your deep-seeded feelings, to leave behind what you know and explore something new, something exciting.
Most of the time we leave because we are hurt. And it doesn't have to be anything extreme, maybe something very small. A feeling like you're missing out because you've tied yourself to a commitment.
Would you ever cheat on such a beautiful person? You are in love. It seems as though no one can take that away, except maybe yourself.
In 5th grade I betrayed my "girlfriend." We exchanged boy/girl friend titles near the end of 2nd grade. I had determined that our relationship was boring though. We had no more classes together. We only shared the bus ride home. Word spread that I had a new girlfriend and she had a friend ask me if that was true. I told her it was and I never really talked to her again. All the way up to high school I felt awkward around her.
I felt bad and I still remember the date. November 14, 1999, the first snowfall of the year. It was an awkward day for me.
I'm sure that incident lost significance to her sooner than it did for me. Yet, it was one thing that I kept in my mind to remind myself that I was capable of dirty love. Not that there was any love involved in that immature relationship, but I can still remember why I did what I did. It felt good. I liked being able to get what I wanted. Caring for her was just an obstacle.
Like my mind and my body, my heart has grown since then. I could never betray the one whom I love.
Would you even want me if you knew I couldn't remain loyal?