two pieces of the same puzzle
through all fluxuation, it’s constant
it fits, p e r f e c t l y
i don’t picture it being that way every time, of course
but there is such thing as great love
true love you share with one, great love you share with all the others that come before
i pictured it differently
my first great love that is
how it would grow into a kind of peaceful co-existence once it was over
great love -
two souls,
independent,
bound together by the power of what they shared
it isn’t suppose to just dissappear one day
it’s in the christmas cards they mail each other
the phone calls to catch up now and then
the being able to say, “hey remember that one time?”
growing from lovers, to old friends
a someone in your life who knows a piece of you better than anyone else could…
it’s acknowledging the power of what they shared
admitting that they will always appreciate each other
that the version of themself that lives on in that time will always go on loving the other
that’s how i always pictured young love
that’s what i always hoped for you and me
it’s not weird
it doesn’t imply any residual feelings
it isn’t some kind of desperate cry
let the memories wash over you like waves
when they come, soak them in, smile
it’s being happy, rather than ashamed
it’s being mature
it’s being honest with yourself
it’s being honest with each other
and i refuse to be ashamed for loving you once
and i refuse to let memories haunt rather than delight
you and i were always honest
