Time to take it slow and stop chasing. Nail yourself in place, unmoved, stationary. Your heart is not yet ready.
My whole life I've been looking for the one, the woman to make me whole, to be with me to the end of my days. And for a long time, I thought I had.
I thought I had finally found the person I wanted to struggle with, the one I want to spend my whole human life with. I thought I have achieved what few people had. I thought I found her.
But boy was I wrong. I woke up one day and everything just changed. She was different, I was different. We were all kinds of different. But what we weren't together.
Now, here I am. Where am I?
Back to square one.
It's hard not because I need to look for someone who'll accept me just like she did, but because I don't know if anyone will.
It's hard not because I don't want to move on, but because I can't. She's still ingrained in mind, and I hate that I love it. No number of flings or hookups will change that.
It's nothing but shadows right now, to be honest. Stuck in this dark field again with nothing but a matchbook with one match left in it. I've already used almost all of it up in trying to find you. You, the one. I kept lighting my lamp to find you.
Now, I have one match left in me.
One for the one.
Maybe I just need to stay put this time. maybe I do need to wait. She might already be looking for me. She might've already found me; I'm just clutching to match so hard that she's just waiting for me to open up.
Maybe.
So you know what?
Time to take it slow and stop chasing. Nail yourself in place, unmoved, stationary. Your heart is not yet ready.
Save the one match for the one.
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Letters of Myls Valentine
PoesíaWithin this novel is my life written in letters, in poems that I have written through my toughest times, my darker times. Some holds stories of my past relationships, how I fucked up and caused the inevitable end of it. Some may hold happier memor...
