They say every love is different. It's a new experience every time. Probably because different versions of you are present in each experience--you grow, you change, you mature.
But the memory was too long ago that sometimes I wonder if what I felt was real. Or was it just another dream.
And it's amazing how a love that then felt so real and sure can be replaced by yet another kind of love.
Let me share this poem that I wrote 8 years ago. Oh, to be in love.
You know you're in love but can't explain why
It's maybe his eyes, his nose, or cute smile
Or maybe his voice that completes your day
And makes you blush though he only said 'hey'
A simple text each morning you wake up
Which says 'good morning' and 'eat your breakfast'
or 'good luck for today' and 'you take care'
Admit it, you read them over and over
He completes your day, that's a given fact
but can also ruin it with the way he acts
You can ignore them for an hour or two,
But you'll give up when he says 'i love you'
Despite his flaws you love him even more
It only shows your intentions are pure
When you love someone, love them as a whole
For love with IFs and BUTs is no love at all
