Sometimes we go toward a direction,that leads us into the possibilities,but never the reality.We see things in one light,but actually darkness at the end of the tunnel.We hide in fantasy,and forget what is real and what isnt.We set out to share our lives with this one person,only to have our dreams shattered and there is no turning back.We pick up the broken pieces,and we go onward.But.how can we ever be the same,as we was before we open that door and walked in.And I walked in,and bloomed.The pedals are faltering,and the morning dew catches the tip and slowly drips to the ground.And this time I will walk along.And shall never open that door again,and walk through.It is best to keep that in what i was,that in which made me whole,it the bottom drawer,in a box.Will I ever love again,probably not,I havent found the one thing I want,ever woman's dream,to be swept off her feet,and be number one.I have always been second best.And that is where I will stay.But,I will take second best,and be happy,then be first ,and be miserable.I have came to relize that fairytale,relationships and true loves don't exist,it is just a over powering feeling that hurts like hell.So,I say live one day at a time,and hope you survive the next time,someone tries to open the door and have you step through.My advice,slam the damn door quickly and walk away.
