Once I feel in love with Sunshine.
Every spare moment I spent basking in her glow and warmth.
When the complications of autumn arrive and the clouds fill the sky,
I miss my Sunshine and her warm embrace.
No matter how dark the winter may be,
springtime always comes.
The seasons can't be rushed,
for they have all the time in the world.
Enjoy each day as if it's the last,
and embrace the warmth of the Sunshine.
The Right Thing...
The funny thing about the right thing, is that the right thing isn't right for everyone. There is always someone that isn't going to agree with your decision. Especially when love is concerned. Is the right thing, wrong?
When love is in the air. No matter how great the passion, how great the attraction, how great the connection...eventually, one or both are going to get hurt. Even when you try to do the right thing.
Is it the right thing for the wrong reasons, or the wrong thing for the right reasons?
Even unintentional pain hurts.
When love is in the air. No matter how great the passion, how great the attraction, how great the connection...eventually, one or both are going to get hurt. Even when you try to do the right thing.
Is it the right thing for the wrong reasons, or the wrong thing for the right reasons?
Even unintentional pain hurts.
Dark Days...
Once , I met someone that changed my life. From that point on, the world was a different color. The black cloud that followed me was gone. Sunshine filled my life.
The thing about sunshine is that even the smallest cloud can blot it out.
When you spend so much time with a dark cloud following you. And then you are surrounded by sunshine, it's easy to get hooked on the light. It's an amazing change of pace. Then on the days when the sunshine is hiding behind a cloud you really miss it. You get used to it being there. It's easy to forget what life was like when every day was cloudy and dark.
When you love sunshine, the dark days seem so much darker.
The thing about sunshine is that even the smallest cloud can blot it out.
When you spend so much time with a dark cloud following you. And then you are surrounded by sunshine, it's easy to get hooked on the light. It's an amazing change of pace. Then on the days when the sunshine is hiding behind a cloud you really miss it. You get used to it being there. It's easy to forget what life was like when every day was cloudy and dark.
When you love sunshine, the dark days seem so much darker.
My Greatest Fear...
The heart and emotions are funny things. Logic seldom plays a part in these matters. At least in my world. Love is what rules my life. More than anything else, I need someone to love, and someone that loves me. To hold and touch and kiss and...to keep loving. Today, tomorrow, always.
I have never really been able to make decisions with my head. Logic and common sense always go out the window. My heart jumps in. Emotions swirl about like a hurricane. Sparks fly and I lose control. All logic goes out the window.
I have tried several times to not follow love. Make more sensible choices. Love seldom lasts forever. One person, along the journey, changes their views. There needs change. There wants and desires change. Love fades. Sometimes it tries to changes and adapt. Sometimes things are just broken and can't be fixed.
At one point both halves of a couple are eager and excited to spend time together. Get to know the other persons secrets. What happens when there are no more secrets? What happens when the excitement dims? When the sparks no longer fly?
Love leaves us vulnerable. In order to love you have to be able to let down your walls and your guard. You have to open yourself up to unimaginable pain. Because with great pleasure comes great pain. In my life, love has always ended in great pain. It has almost always been worth it.
In the times of pain I swear I will never love again. I promise myself that I will never let my guard down. Never let anyone in as close again. Never let anyone else know all of your secrets. To never be vulnerable.
I have finally discovered that my greatest fear is not being alone, it's being vulnerable.
I have never really been able to make decisions with my head. Logic and common sense always go out the window. My heart jumps in. Emotions swirl about like a hurricane. Sparks fly and I lose control. All logic goes out the window.
I have tried several times to not follow love. Make more sensible choices. Love seldom lasts forever. One person, along the journey, changes their views. There needs change. There wants and desires change. Love fades. Sometimes it tries to changes and adapt. Sometimes things are just broken and can't be fixed.
At one point both halves of a couple are eager and excited to spend time together. Get to know the other persons secrets. What happens when there are no more secrets? What happens when the excitement dims? When the sparks no longer fly?
Love leaves us vulnerable. In order to love you have to be able to let down your walls and your guard. You have to open yourself up to unimaginable pain. Because with great pleasure comes great pain. In my life, love has always ended in great pain. It has almost always been worth it.
In the times of pain I swear I will never love again. I promise myself that I will never let my guard down. Never let anyone in as close again. Never let anyone else know all of your secrets. To never be vulnerable.
I have finally discovered that my greatest fear is not being alone, it's being vulnerable.
Sparks...
They worked together. Saw each other every day for the most part. Smiles and eye batting. The occasional wink. She was hot and he was flattered. It was fun and innocent.
One day they were standing beside each other. He turned to say hello. Their eyes met, they held the gaze. Then she said, "You have the most beautiful eyes." he was positive that when she said it that her eyes sparkled. Like you see in the movies. a little spark of sunshine glistened in her eyes. he could almost hear the ting sound that goes with it. His pulse doubled, he took in a quick deep breath, and very softly said,
"Thank you." as he continued to look at her. Lost in her gaze. It was over in a second. They got interrupted and each went about their day.
He couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen. It was a spark. Her eyes sparkled.
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