December 2011
14 posts
Winter days are moving in,
Picking out a tree again
It’s you I’m thinking of…
December days make me feel this way
Our love was comfortable &
So broken in…
Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right & finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life. & sometimes, you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again.
For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love. Love is always present. It’s just that one was being loved too much & the other was being love too little. As we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here’s a piece of advice; let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, & move on when things are not like before. For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more.
I’m hoping this is true. I’m trying.
I said no one will, no one will
Appreciate everything you are
Nurture you & your open your heart
… we laughed, we laughed, we loved, we loved
Are probably some of my favorite things. If I had the opportunity to describe my life, I wouldn’t write a book. I’d have songs & sounds that combined into a soundtrack of me. From great times, to sad times, to romantic times, to heartbroken times, to nostalgic times, to mediocre times… there are songs that have been vital to my emotional well being. I guess it’s that comfort that you get when a song can relate to exactly what you’re going through. When someone shares with you a mixtape, it’s like they’re giving you a piece of themselves, their feelings, and their lives. Maybe it’s just me, but mixtapes are a big deal.
I miss making them. I miss receiving them. It’s been a while.