The last time I was kissed hasn’t been since
I felt the rain on my lips and my fingertips
You know you stole a glance, you could boast romance
With your wings that’ll span most the coast and land
So when I hold your hand it’s cause it all began
When your warm heart gave start to this frozen man
Like ice on the shore that is soaked in sand
We could stand on the ocean where we both could dance
For two weeks, and we believe that was never enough
We’re veterans, tough, kids say they’re forever in love
We both know reality ain’t always actuality
It’s mostly calamity and a little of vanity
And yet, perfection has it’s own section
In half of your heart, and we could laugh for a startMy heart’s not as strong solo as both of ours
singing…
Why do I search for that perfect moment? Just make it yours.
There is no script to real life, no dramatic queue waiting for me to stop the hearts of this phantom audience. There is only me, and only you - but you don’t know, and you won’t know.
All those words that I’m longing to say and yet I’ve never said, waiting for that moment for just you and me to be there, with the mood, the lighting, and all perfection.
Real life is not perfect, real life has no script. Stop searching for the “perfect” moment and just make one for yourself.
Speak your heart?
Fear of rejection… fear of making the wrong choice.
Don’t stutter, don’t hesitate. Follow your heart?
Speak your heart?
That all-consuming terror and fear. Indecision is a lethal danger, or a blessing. Humiliation? Heartbreak… rejection? Just put it all on the line.
Just do it…
It’s weird when you come across something from your past. Something that you had completely forgotten about, or never even knew was there, but it was there… Something that you may have doubted or questioned, making you wonder - but the answer was there.
I found a note written by my ex from high school, it was addressed to me during what I assume was the latter part of our 2 1/2 year relationship. Pledging her body and soul to me forever, her eternal love… Oh how hopeful we are, those who are in love. At the bottom there is a delightful footnote, stating that if we were ever to part, for whatever reason, her love for me would never fade, she would always love me.
I cherished that, it really hit me hard, nearly 5 years I think since we broke up. She is one of my best friends now, after about 3 years of us rarely talking. And it’s good to be there again.
But one thing is, I cherish that irrational and hopelessly romantic part of people. It’s not in everyone, or at least, they don’t show it. And it may be poked fun at, discounted and ridiculed… but that hopeful, “love can overcome all” attitude is uplifting… and I cherish it.