Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Maybe one day we'll understand...


I don't' fall in love with people.
I fall in love with their stories.



It's happening again, and it's hitting me harder than I can even admit to myself. It's kind of funny actually. You'd think that a heart that's been broken so many times would have trouble finding new obsessions, yet as it turns out, I'm in love with falling in love, and I'm not scared to say that I've fallen for you. Even though I realise there are far too many obstacles in our way, I'm content with it being just a fantasy - one of those stories I'll replay a thousand fold in my head, contriving scenarios where our souls have a chance of intertwining and creating something beyond our comprehension. I've think we've met before, and more so, I think we once shared a life. You see me unlike anyone other, and you hear what I tell you when there are no words being spoken. I am in owe of you, and I am in owe of myself for being brave enough to chase that which cannot be caught. 


As summer turns into fall, it is clearly evident that once again, things are about to change. The life we were accustomed to is long gone, and the future is coming with full speed. While I'd lie if I'd say that I've completely let go of the past, I can surely say that I've accepted it - the great climb, the view from the top, and the tumble on the way down. Yet strangely enough, as I contemplate my next move, still lying underneath the rubble of what could have been, I am so sure that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be. For the first time since I can remember, the road I'm walking, with all its pitfalls and traps, seems utterly the right place for me to search for my greater self. I will find happiness, I will find my true love, and I will ascend towards my wildest dreams. I may need a break once in a while, and I'll be sure to come here and wallow in selfpity - with over dramatic statements and over the top confessions. But the beauty of my existence, the perfection of this world, is that here I'm allowed to be exactly who I am, because there's no one judging me, yet everyone understands.