What is this thing called love. It comes on so sweetly, so good, so fulfilling. It is wild and free and everything you want. It is a dream that continues into the day, a desire that is met by only one. It's the touch of a hand that sends shivers down your spine and the breath you take in of that one special one whose aroma you want to always be with you. It's the need to hear their voice at odd times during the day for no real reason. It's the feeling of being safe.
And then it fades somehow. I don't understand that part at all. Something that promises forever in the beginning, that feels so right and so real and so strong...where does that go? How can it end like that? Why won't it stay and keep you warm and safe?
Is love only given to us for a short time (even several years doesn't seem like enough) only to have your heart break in the end...to be sad and lonely and searching for that feeling again...only to have that repeat itself and have the cycle keep going until we die?
I don't understand it...but I do know that is what I want. To feel warm, safe, adored, loved, desired, appreciated, wanted.........happy...... once again.
