eight years later and all i want is to go home.

i never knew falling in love with you would be like slipping on my favourite sweater in autumn, cozying up near the fire in winter, darling you were a sunrise. there was never that moment of realisation, i just knew in my bones that i’ll love you for a lifetime. i was eighteen when we met, heartbroken and scared to love again but you came into my life and loving you became effortless, almost like breathing and i didn’t realise i was in love until it was too late. sometimes i wish i could go back to the beginning and savour those moments, for me five years, 1826 days were simply not enough, i could never have enough time with you darling, i would always wanted more. but times a funny thing and years later you still have a piece of my heart and i so desperately want to call you and hear your voice, just to hold you in my arms, tell you that i miss you. there were so many drunken nights, too many ‘almost’ that still plague my heart. three years later i’m still here, with a broken heart still wanting you. i should have told you i was in love with you. fuck i should have kissed you that night outside the bar. i should have done a lot of things differently when it came to you. i was scared you wouldn’t feel the same, that i made it all up in my head because how could someone love me. our story changed that night, maybe you thought i didn’t love you and god how wrong you were. maybe it’s too early, maybe i’m too young and i shouldn’t say this but darling you were the love of my life and the grief that came when watching you love someone who wasn’t me was haunting. like falling in love with you, losing you didn’t happen all at once, it was painfully slow watching fall in love with another knowing i missed my chance. i remember the times where i would have you in my arms, it felt like home, and in my heart i know i will never walk through that door again. i can never go home to you. 

eight years later and all i want is to go home.

i can finally say time has healed all memory of you.

it was on that rainy november night three hearts broke. as we stood in the pouring rain on your porch steps, the cold seeping it’s way into my bones. i stood facing the women i loved, i knew a chapter was closing as i reached for her hand, the tears falling from her face. for i knew in my heart it wasn’t just the chapter ending it was the book. there was nothing left to do, there was nothing i could do she made the choice for the both of us. we wouldn’t be the same after this. there would be nothing left after that night. 

the rain pored down but it didn’t matter as we were in our own world, if was the last time i’d ever see her i should have held her tighter. we just stood holding each other. i kept saying ‘it’s okay’, that was lie i told myself and it didn’t help. what i should have said was ‘ i love you. please don’t give up on us’. 

i remember leaving, walking away from you, my heart broke with every step. i walked your street so many times i didn’t know it would become a memory from another time when i left. i never thought then you’d become a memory. but you made that choice for me, so there was no other option. you became a memory constantly fading from my heart ever since i left you on that porch in the pouring rain. 

oh how you broke so many hearts. 

i can finally say time has healed all memory of you. 

first love, lessons learned.

your first love was a boy, who was handsome, hot headed, heartless is what he became. i’m sorry he never cared for you or anybody else, for i think he just craved love and was never satisfied with the feeling. and i know you loved him longer than you should. but as the years passed you loved others but i don’t think you liked the whole idea of the lessons learned by loosing, by your heartbreaking, by leaving. 

you hated him, the way he used you but you hated him more because you still loved him even when he left, it took years to shake that feeling. that young love tainted with remorse. i hated the way i’d always ask myself:

why was i never enough for you’.

‘why did you fucking leave me…. over and over again’.

‘why did i let you take my love because you never deserved it’.

i hate that in the years we spent together, your anger became mine, you never gave me love just hatred. 

you were a broken boy and foolishly i loved you with everything i had, but with all that anger and all that hatred i never feared falling because you never made me whole darling, so tell me how could i break?

-first love, lessons learned.

i don’t want to lose that one perfect memory of us

Over the years, the pain, those memories started to fade. I started to heal. My heart didn’t hurt from the thought of you or ache for the sound of your name. I stopped looking for you in the eyes of other people, I passed in the street. I moved on with my life, but sometimes when I sat down to write you always came to my mind, were you happy, did you find somebody else. Did you sometimes still think of me and what we had, what we could have been. Sometimes I hope I’d find you in my words, in our memories. I always wanted to check up on you but I couldn’t bring myself to know if you’d fallen for someone who wasn’t me, and I know what we had happened a long time ago now but you my love hold a special place in my heart. I just wanted to remember us, and the way were were all those years ago when we were younger, happier. 

i don’t want to lose that one perfect memory of us.