Memories within a Thunderstorm

The last thunderstorm I can remember happened before I ever knew how you felt about me. It happened while I was still trying to convince myself that I didn’t like you, that my heart was confused. But it was only me who was confused. 

I wish I could say that I don’t feel that way anymore, hell I’d believe it until I saw you again. The thought of seeing you sends the butterflies soaring. I doubt you feel that way. 

I dread the thought of seeing you because I know that I never truly mattered to you. I really wish I knew you’d be here before I decided to come. 

Driving through a thunderstorm reminds me of all the flirting, all the laughter, and when I still thought you’d keep your promises and always be there for me. So much has happened since that day, and I can’t decide if I wish I could erase it or relive it. 

I think that was the day that I let myself accept that I liked you because it was so difficult pretending that I didn’t. It was also the day that I started to wonder if you liked me too. Foolish me, getting my hopes up to only have them crushed. 

I Want to Live

I want to live my life as freely and happily as possible. I want to travel the world and live an adventure. I want to meet different people and be able to tell my children and grand children about all the things I used to do. 

I want to fall in love so hard that it hurts to think of my life without that person. I want to breathe so much joy and enthusiasm into the world that generation after generation will be able to feel the mark I left behind. 

I want so badly for my life to be filled with magic. Filled to the brim with hope, joy, and love, always love. 

I long to make a difference, to help others as much as I possibly can. I want to try my hardest to make this world a better place. 

I want so desperately, so utterly completely, with 100% of my being, to live. 

Valentine’s Day blues

Isn’t it funny, how on Valentine’s Day I could dream about you? The only day that I haven’t been able to deny the fact that I was falling so hard for you. I can’t believe that it’s been so many month since we last spoke. Almost six to be exact. I can still remember the way you made me feel alive, and how I truly thought you’d stick around. How foolish of me right? 

You thought that I’d be over you in no time, that I would move on and forget. I tried. Believe me I truly did try. But you made me feel more alive than I had for a while, and I don’t think my soul will ever be able to forget that. 

I’ve never been one for Valentine’s Day, and I hate it more so this year than ever before. I don’t care if we’ll never have a relationship, I just want you to be my friend again. I want you back in my life. I miss you. 

2am conversations. 

I don’t really get what it is about two in the morning, but that seems to be when we choose to have the deepest conversations of our lives with friends or loved ones. My most recent conversations pertained to relationships. 

My friend asked about my relationship with my boyfriend, and I explained the toughest part of my relationship; the committment. No, I’m not saying that I have major committment issues where I have a hard time staying with one person. I struggle with staying in one place. 

I’m so used to moving from one place to the next, where things constantly change. It’s sometimes difficult for me to stay perfectly content with a steady relationship. I love my partner, and I am extremely happy with him, but I struggle with the feelings of being trapped or stuck in a continuous loop.