JUST FOR YOU

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The wheels begin to churn again and life starts to blossom, it bears beautiful flowers in particular she's a rose among the thorns... In this beautiful garden of life, I can't imagine why one little flower would make such a foot print and even with her small exterior the roots she bears goes far beyond anything you could ever imagine.

Maybe it was all a fluke I guess the mind does that sometimes, we're so focused on getting what we want... we barely ever tend to what we really need. Sometimes a listening ear is better than the arms around you, sometimes we really don't need the type of love we want but that's what we crave. We crave that feeling of being on top of the world and then again she is my world. We forget how easy it is for everything to crumble, the rains still pouring and it's getting into my humble abode for her, my hearts being flooded... flooded with confusion and anxiety it never stops, the sunshines don't last and she's starting to notice...

Why did it have to be like this? They say some questions are better left unanswered that's definitely one. Sometimes it's not that we're afraid of losing someone it's just that we're afraid someone's going to love them better, i start to realize how selfish we are ... caught up in our own emotions so much so that we'd rather go through the most worst things just to hold on to something we lost before we even had, then they say that's love... but it's not.

It's so hard for us to face the music to just accept that they're not ours anymore, we'd rather turn up the speakers to tune out anything that even remotely made sense, just because we "love". Stop when it hurts, stop when you know your losing yourself, stop and love yourself...

The memories never fade and I miss her more everyday but that's the whole roll of the dice most times you end up having to start all over again, but it's the journey that counts...

It's been a while and I hope now you take the keys off the kitchen counter and drive, don't stop driving until you find home.

P.S. I Love you

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