This concept of love... I could never get a grasp of. I always felt as though it has only come and gone in my life, but it never stayed. It could never remain and grow, but I'll tell you though, I have loved and fallen in love before.
As soon as he mentioned, "when" he loved, those were the exact thoughts that run through my head all the time. I may have been young, but I knew I was in love at that moment in life. That young and innocent love that is now only a nostalgic love that neither of us can touch.
But I had this one particular love that I would not categorize as who, what, when, where, and why. It was a... what if. What if things could have continued, or what if things didn't end and restart the way they did? I used to ask myself-- do I love this kid or do I not? I guess I didn't if I always had to question it while I was with him, but the oddest thing was that I started ask myself if it was possible to love somebody after you have lost them. From that point on, I realized that you don't have to be with somebody or have to know them inside out, to love them because the feeling projects in different ways and in many forms.
And I know it sounds so stupid of me, but it is possible to love somebody that you never really had. I've loved and I've lost.
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