I swore I'd never love again.
I'm too close to the fire. My rubber soles are melting and soon I'll be running barefoot. Running away. Or pushing. If he runs first I won't have to. Or I'll be stuck. I'll stand here long enough, and when the fire goes out my melted shoes will cool and bind me to the earth.
And I'll swear I'll never love again.
That's the thing about love.
You don't really have a say in it.
And if I get burned this time? Well then I'll never love again.
Hello Lovely,
ReplyDeleteLife is too short to live partly. Jump in, get dirty, love completely, and if it hurts in the end, you know you did everything you could and got the most out of it. It's much more fun when its dirty anyways...