I call him a boy because he made me feel like a girl in all the best possible ways...that exhilarating high, that you always want, but don't often reach.
I will admit, I had stars in my eyes and hope in my heart.
I knew from the beginning, like all relationships, that we might try and see and it might not work...and while I knew this would be painful, the "not working" part, I was willing to take that risk because I knew I would be able to live with it. That the pain of something that has run its course is something I can handle, that is ok, because I and we have given it our best shot. It is a natural, if difficult progression.
The spark that has never been given the chance to burst into flame...how do you live with that? How do you live with something that never got the chance to "not work"? To me that is one of the saddest things of all...
"Over time, the ghosts of things that happen start
to turn distant...they wear thin. The ones that slice
like razors forever are the ghosts of things that
never got the chance to happen."
~ T. French
Stars no longer sit in my eyes, but I still have hope in my heart, it's ripping at me...the ghost flame of what might have been or could still be... Only time will change that...
I met a boy this summer...and I can't seem to let him go...
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