Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul

Reader Beware

Dear Reader,

        Let me tell you something about ‘Love’, though I am convinced that it DOESin fact exist, it can be more confusing than our fragile minds (and hearts) can handle. I wrote those letters about 2 years or so ago I’d say and I can honestly tell you that I really don’t like Brian anymore. I’ve liked him since I was 6 years old and it was basically the normal American love story. I loved him since we were little kids, we grew up together, and his sister was my best friend. Everyone knew I liked him, but eventually they thought it had worn off. I didn’t correct them. And, dear reader, I beg of you…If you ever truly love someone, TELL them! I bet you thought that we would end up together didn’t you? Well, so did I. But, looking back, I’m glad I never showed him the letters. And that’s the honest truth. Sometimes things don’t make sense to you at the time, but when you look at that same situation later, you realize why said things happened. I’m looking back now, and Brian’s happy! He has a lovely girlfriend and they are SUCH a cute couple! Always posting on social networking sites about each other and how much they love the other one. If I’m being honest, sometimes it hurts to read them. Not because I still like him but because I did once. Because I loved him. And I’m not going to tell you that it was easy getting over him, because I don’t believe in lying to my readers. I WILL tell you that I had a moment of realization when I just told myself, “Look at him, living his life. Happier than ever with it. And look at you, putting everything on hold. If you REALLY loved him you would suck it up and congratulate his girlfriend on a GREAT catch. Because if YOU had him, wouldn’t you want that? Wouldn’t you want HER to get over him?”  And that was it, I knew that if I was ever going to get over him I had to separate myself. And I did just that, I didn’t really communicate much with or look at his pictures or anything like that. I just, moved on. And it was hard and it was painful and it was difficult to let go of. But once I HAD gotten over him I looked back and realized that I hadn’t really liked him as much as I MISSED how much I liked him when I was younger. READER BEWARE, Love is a painful, horrible thing, practiced by fools. But it’s worth it, for all those little moments and memories that are left behind. Like little footprints forever imprinted in your memory. But remember, maybe some things weren’t meant to last forever. Like a really beautiful thing that only lasts for a minute. And maybe it’s just our job to make that minute enough. Maybe that’s all we can do? I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe love doesn’t really exist, but I’m going to continue to believe in it. Just because I never liked sad endings. But it’s your life; you should live it your way. But just take my advice; make the best of every single moment. Because all we can do is stash them away in the depths of our mind to replay later. All you can do is make the best memories you possibly can while you can still make them. Thank you for allowing me to enlighten you,

                        Brianna French