Set it free, and if it comes back to you – it loves you.
I’m impatient when I want something.
Maybe it wasn’t good for me when my preschool teacher would take munchkins of other kid’s plates and switch them with mine so I got all chocolate glazed.
It taught me to think I deserved whatever I wanted – and if I didn’t get it, I could pout and someone would come running over and fix it for me.
Disclaimer: I was 6. (I think I get a pass)
I’m in love with someone.
It’s making me question if I’ve ever even known love.
I don’t think I have.
It’s complicated, and I don’t know if love is supposed to be that way – but who really knows anything about love anyways?
There isn’t some rule book to it, there isn’t a referee blowing the whistle when something doesn’t go according to plan, there’s no judge slamming the gavel down forcing a decision.
Love is complicated. Loving when you’re apart is even more so. Loving so much that you are willing to separate and let go – sacrificing the love – for the greater good, is complicated.
I cannot explain this to anyone, nor should I. It’s nobodies business who I love and what I do with my love.
I’m in pain today. I had to put my brave face on and say bye.
The timing is never right.
It’s not perfect.
I don’t care, I’m not after perfect.
Though in a way, I am after perfect (that’s you).
I can wait with a hopeful heart for the day you come to me.
For now, I’m moving on in my own way.
If that day doesn’t come, there will be heartbreak – that is the cost of hope, and I’ve bought it on credit.
I’ll land on my feet, I always do.
Cats like me have nine lives anyway.