I remember feeling loved.
I also remember when it was taken away from me.
When I lost the love I thought I would spend my life with, when everything I loved became one person,
how could I want anything else?
So engrained in my mind my life of love with you.
Now impossible, never to be the same as it once was.
I remember losing your love.
I remember searching for you in others, searching for what we were.
Nobody could match you, nobody was good enough.
Then I felt love again.
Love from someone who needed it as much as I did.
Two lost souls.
I realized I didn't need to try and replicate it anymore, there was more to love.
I was taught a new kind of love, one that accepted myself.
I felt found.
But I knew the love would die, shadowed by my paranoia and doubts I knew it would cease.
But I tried to hang onto that love. I remember when I first felt it, I remember when I lost it.
So lost again am I without love, I know I am flawed but that's not enough. I just want to feel like I am lucky again.
