A letter to all of the beautiful women, who once held his heart:
There is no greater desire than to go back in time and know who you're going to end up with in the end. I mean, if I had one chance to rewind--and make sure I only spent time pursing the ONE who was destined to be mine forever--I would take it in a heartbeat.
Looking back, at all the hours and effort spent trying to make old relationships work out, all the promises of "forever," and the belief that he was it. I begin to no longer see you as an enemy--as an ex-girlfriend, or an ex-fling and instead, I start to feel like I'm looking at my own reflection. Of course, we're different...
But I know, I know what it's like to have a birthday tattooed on your heart--dates and memories and kisses and apologies and fights and laughs and all those tears engraved in your heart.
So, I try not to get upset or mad or envious when I see or hear or assume something of you. Because, who am I, to be angry at the good times you both shared.
Nonetheless, my jealousy seems to run rampant sometimes, knowing you have parts of him that'll never be mine. Like his first kiss, that first look of love, and the first time his unsteady hand touched your bare back--countless numbers of firsts, that so many other girls got and will keep.
It's crazy how life works itself out; everyone giving everyone parts of themselves they'll never get back. And no matter how hard you wish, to get those parts back, it's impossible--all we can do is hope they're not lost in a bitter heart.
And so, I've decided, we each got something the other will never have and instead of the constant want and need to get them from each other (or at least, me from you,) my only request, is that you never forget him. Because I'll never forget mine.
And although you may never read this, just know that the cliche war between the new girlfriend and the ex-girlfriend, will never be me to you. And if it ever seemed to be, remember that old mirror we share.
Monday, April 6, 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
The Sun and her Moon
As the story goes, there is a long, lost love in the midst of the heavens.
Most have misunderstood, though, the true tale of the two--the Sun and her Moon. Or perhaps, they only choose to hear what fits best, what seems proper, what seems usual...
The Sun, was a color, no Earthly words could describe. Ever-changing and beautiful; so unpredictable, never gave the same sunrise or sunset twice. She was powerful and free; her name was known and somewhat feared. She hurt a lot of people that spent too much time with her. She's killed many things with no regret, or any slight bit of an apology.
And let us not forget, the great and mysterious Moon. Nothing like the Sun, except shining and giving off light. However, that too, was only because of the Sun and how she reflected off of him.
His presence was mostly peaceful and magical. He was quiet and serene, like a handsome dream. Of course, he had some dark secrets, but hid them well in his dark corners.
They, the Sun and Moon, were complete opposite. Yet, they were in love and always found a reason to need the other. In the beginning, they spent so much time side by side, countless hours turning into days and soon, the Earth was raging. Tidal waves and hurricanes, clouds of dust and hot, humid rain started to devour the codependent Earth. They realized that their love could go on, but the Earth wouldn't. And so, they decided to not give up something so incredible and wonderful and they turned their backs away from each other and catered to the Earth.
Since the beginning of time, these two were both depended on keeping the Earth in order. They did this by always being on time and sharing sides and never letting their feelings for each other cast a shadow on the naive Earth.
No one really knows how it all began, the love affair of the bold Sun and the sweet Moon. No one will ever know--but the eclipsed shadows sometime spill out over the Earth and that is when they choose to be selfish with time.
If the two greatest entities of the heavens, below God himself, could give up a love so angelic, so bewitching, so perfect what does that have to say about this Earth of ours? What does this have to say, about you and me?
Most have misunderstood, though, the true tale of the two--the Sun and her Moon. Or perhaps, they only choose to hear what fits best, what seems proper, what seems usual...
The Sun, was a color, no Earthly words could describe. Ever-changing and beautiful; so unpredictable, never gave the same sunrise or sunset twice. She was powerful and free; her name was known and somewhat feared. She hurt a lot of people that spent too much time with her. She's killed many things with no regret, or any slight bit of an apology.
And let us not forget, the great and mysterious Moon. Nothing like the Sun, except shining and giving off light. However, that too, was only because of the Sun and how she reflected off of him.
His presence was mostly peaceful and magical. He was quiet and serene, like a handsome dream. Of course, he had some dark secrets, but hid them well in his dark corners.
They, the Sun and Moon, were complete opposite. Yet, they were in love and always found a reason to need the other. In the beginning, they spent so much time side by side, countless hours turning into days and soon, the Earth was raging. Tidal waves and hurricanes, clouds of dust and hot, humid rain started to devour the codependent Earth. They realized that their love could go on, but the Earth wouldn't. And so, they decided to not give up something so incredible and wonderful and they turned their backs away from each other and catered to the Earth.
Since the beginning of time, these two were both depended on keeping the Earth in order. They did this by always being on time and sharing sides and never letting their feelings for each other cast a shadow on the naive Earth.
No one really knows how it all began, the love affair of the bold Sun and the sweet Moon. No one will ever know--but the eclipsed shadows sometime spill out over the Earth and that is when they choose to be selfish with time.
If the two greatest entities of the heavens, below God himself, could give up a love so angelic, so bewitching, so perfect what does that have to say about this Earth of ours? What does this have to say, about you and me?
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