The first flutter of a heart experiencing love. something all encompassing. a feeling that is different every time you experience it. yet a familiar feeling all the same.
jr. high love so innocent and naive. this love stands out the most to me. where dating entails that you spend the odd afternoon together after school. hours consumed by msn back when you were lucky to have a cell phone, and texting didn't exist. I can remember every detail of that summer, and to this day I relate so many songs to those feelings. you are the only person who has ever made me feel that way. and the only one so capable of ripping my world apart. and putting it back together.
high school love a little more mature, a little less innocent and still equally naive. faith that you can take on the world together and that you will be one of those couples that last. a story to tell the grandchildren. relationships last on and off for weeks, months and if you're one of the lucky ones a couple of years. but most of the time they fizzle. even the strongest ones weaken over time. until a crack becomes a break. re glued every time until eventually the damage is too ugly to bother with another repair. It will never be the same. but you miss them just the same. because one final chance could be the one that sticks.
each relationship leaves a different impression on our formidable hearts. and yours is still raw. perhaps because I keep choosing to reopen the uneven quickly sewn stitches and expose myself all over again. though you read me so well.
and I think I kind of like it.
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