Loves

I've been in love, twice at least. I'd like to think it was twice, I guess. My first love was a teenage love, I thought it was gonna be my life. But I was able to move on. My second love was a kind've roller coaster. It was probably more downs then ups, but as stressful as that lead it to be, we stuck through it, and that's all that matters. We found the ups, always. It was the kind of love that had passion burning in each other's eyes. It was the kind of love that made you reread text messages, look through pictures, in order to make sure it was real. With him, I felt whole again, like I could take on the world. Again, I was so sure this was it, this was the last one. "You're the white dress and wedding ring kind of girl I want." Oh God. I hear those words in my head all the time. Oh God. If only you meant it. And that's when you left. Just as easily as walking in, you walked out. And that roller coaster was now nothing but downs. It was a slope. A deep, dark slope that I'm still descending downwards with, months and months later. You know, I'd like to think that our roller coaster is about to rise again, but now I think I need to be brave enough to get off now. You see, without you, I can't see this roller coaster ever rising again, so maybe I just need to find a new one, a new roller coaster for a changed girl.