~SONG OF THE DAY: "If I were a boy" by BEYONCE~
Men. I understand and don't understand men. I understand boys till their teens. I get it, they like to have fun. Video games, jumping into the pool from the trampoline. I GET that, I was right tere with THAT. Playing war, matchbox cars, competition. I GET that. But when does that fun nature turn into the guy that tears your heart out? I'm not generalizing, I understand that there are some seriously sweet guys out there. Open doors, surprizing you with flowers, showing up after an arguement with your favor ice cream, even if they think they're right they apologize guys... I know they exist, but are they also slowing going away?
We girls, we women. We dig our own graves in relationships alot of the time. We bury ourselfs in our male counterparts. Strong arms, the sound of their heart beat when our head is rested on their chest. That moment when they see you for the first time of the day, their arms open wide and a kiss waits for you on their lips. They're beautiful things, men, your man, the one who holds your heart... he always feels good to be around. You love his voice even when he's sick. You want to take care of him and have him take care of you. I understand... whether they're good or bad for you, you just want to stay with them.
Do we invest ourselves in falling stocks? Paying our pieces of our heart out into bad investments that crash, crush us in the end.
I think back to the guys i've invest my love into and it pains me a little. Pieces of my heart always seem to get bled dry and given back drained. worn. barely beating. Sometimes it feels like the tears of broken hearts could fill the ocean. Crying yourself to sleep over the loss of a future you thought you had with someone.
When you're heart breaks for the first time, you think it'll never be okay again.
There was a conversation I had with my brother Talon's friends... Michael before we were in a relationship, Ian, and Zac. We were sitting in our old house in Garden Grove, CA... talking about love. Me and these three older guys, we talked about how we always seemed to fall for people with the same name over and over. Jessicas, Britneys... How the same names kept coming back into our lives and breaking our hearts. And a younger me, before I knew what it was to really hurt, thought I knew what a breaking heart felt like.
nearly five years later... I understand. I finally know what it really feels like curling over in the pain of a broken heart. Love, all kinds of love, all kinds of lost love killing you slowly. Lost first loves, lost philos, lost eros, lost agape. And it's a killing love. When you're so sad you just want to disappear in a hope the pain might go away.
I look at my son now... and I think... How could heaven be more wonderful than the love I have for this little boy? I'm scared... I've lost so much in the last five years... I'm scared i'll lose him... I know I wouldn't survive... For the first time in my life... I'm scared of death... truely, completely, hopelessly scared of death.
For the first time in my life... I understand the pain of really being in love. In love with a boy.
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