A Love Story

I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I’m standin’ there
On a balcony in summer air

Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwin’ pebbles

And I was cryin’ on the staircase
Beggin’ you, “Please don’t go, ” and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess
It’s a love story, baby, just say, “Yes”

The Taylor

I am pulling together another collection but also making notes as I look through my online statuses, thinking about a journal with prompts I could create. It is not easy looking through your love story like that. Especially when his presence is gone from some of that.

You want to say it is just not the right time; you want to say he has healing to do before he can be emotionally available, but all the good intentions that you hope are there can’t change the distance.

I feel like I am still sitting here waiting, though. I have nowhere else I want to be.

I crave a life living for him.

#7simplewords (this was a status a year ago, and I still feel this.)