(I wish this phrase was original but it isn't. I read it on a Facebook status and it inspired me.)
Is love an idiot or am I an idiot? I knew from the beginning that I never would have a chance but I entertained the thought that it might...possibly...maybe...happen. Maybe I was right. I secretly hope that I wasn't but I'm sure I am. I know all of the cliche answers, most of all "just wait. Focus on God. Be content." I am not at peace with these answers. I can't help it, I have the mind of a poet where everything inside is a beautiful painting of feelings and possible scenarios sprawled across the sunset; your perfect smile lighting up the near darkness. It really stinks that this scene will probably never take place outside of my head. One eye is searching through the darkness for another adventure and someone else to care about that may care about me back because I know you're only in my imagination.
It is almost like we have a choice to love someone or not to love them. Funny how we think that we can be around someone who is near perfect and not fall head over heels for them. It amuses me how we think that it's possible...but I don't think that it is. I think that everything under the sun has a reason, including love...whether or not it's reciprocated. A life lesson if you will. The real question is; is love an idiot or am I?
1 comment:
What an insightful look on an awful predicament that a lot of us "poets" find ourselves in. Having a heart with such a grand capacity to love is both a gift and a curse, indeed, we must be careful whom we choose to entertain fanciful words and settle glances with. In the end we know it's only a matter of time before that persons name is caught up in our breath, name hanging from our lips...
kudos.
JN
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