Hello dearest readers,
I’m writing to you from my home with heavy regrets that it has been a full week since one of my team has posted last. I expected Dessy to have posted on Friday or Monday, but she must have not gotten the memo (which isn’t all that unusual), so I’m attempting to cover for her.
I apologize for this piece, it’s mostly brain vomit (which is me rambling in somewhat eloquent speech). Real writing coming soon, I promise. Arlyn and I will get right on working on a fun piece as an apology!
Thank you for your continued support and patience.
Shakespeare had it right, what more is love than a hidden madness? A hidden madness that sweeps you off of your feet and injects additional joy into each and every day. That tiny kick start in your heartbeat at every touch and the way your breathing stutters into an uneven pattern as you struggle to remember what oxygen is. You know better than to fall in love, because you know that love is never here to stay. You know that love only ends in heartbreak. You know that you are going to be hurt, you are going to be crushed, but your heart doesn’t listen to your mind and you find yourself in love.
One sided love is so much safer, because the pain is less if the object of your affection doesn’t love you back. But when they turn around, and tell you, “I love you,” your heart melts and you find yourself in love and even though your mind screams and screams to back away, to get away, you can’t help but be drawn closer and nearer. Then the rough times come and those you thought were your best friends, the love of your heart leaves you. First love is always the hardest. You know better than to fall in love, you know it only ends in hurt.
Betrayal never comes from the enemy. Whoever said this had it right. After long nights of sobbing into pillows, hoping no one would hear. Rubbing red eyes in the morning after sleepless nights waiting for a text that you know is never going to come. Then, splashing water on your face, drying your tears and getting ready to face another day without him, a hole in your heart and you feel all alone.
First love is always the hardest, but your hearts mends, and you are wiser, and you vow to never fall in love again. But you find that second love is just as hard.