• The thought of love never crossing my path had flashed through my mind a few times.
    Leaving me thunderstruck; deserting me with pain and regret.
    I know that love doesn’t come along very often, but it’s what I think about every night.
    I don’t dream about knights on white horses coming to rescue me from the dark depths of my prison castle.
    But it is then, in my sleep, that love becomes clear to me.
    Love is not predestined or subsequent.
    Nor fate, nor destiny.
    Love is simply wanting to be with one person for the rest of ones life.
    Not a complex way of showing someone you care.
    Love is easy, it comes to the eye of the beholder like breathing.
    Love does not choose who, nor when.
    Nor how, nor where.
    Love exists in the hearts of those able to portray and nourish its most exuberant qualities.
    And when I wake up to reality; what truly is, I find myself worried.
    Lost.
    Lost in what I thought was you.