"Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars"
With valentine's day upcoming, I'm feeling a bit cheesy so this goes out to all the hopeful romantics out there who bravely gave love another shot. You already!
Rascal Flatts is relatively well known for angsty songs brought about by hurtful goodbyes or premature break ups. But when I heard this song from them, I thought to myself "I guess those painful moments their songwriter went through was lucrative enough because he was able to overcome the agony of a lost love which eventually led him to THE one and they lived happily fucking ever after rolling in royalties whenever people play this song at their wedding. Rock on!"
Suffice to say, it ignited a tiny flare of hope. When I first ventured out here in the Hub, I was all up for fun and adventure. Nah. Who was I kidding? I wanted effin' revenge for all those times I got hurt by a goddamn guy I trusted to not break my heart. I was vulnerable. But I was also caustic and guarded. I wasn't looking for anything more than a casual night of pure and unadulterated sex.
But I guess life has a funny way of derailing my shallow intentions. Although I also got plenty of bed action - from him (so NOT complaining!), the experience changed me in a way I never thought it would.
I became better at handling my emotions and separating sexual chemistry from the alluring concept of love. It's ridiculously easy to fall for someone when you're still floating from your orgasmic high. And once the thought seeps in to your sexually clouded brain, it's hard to let the idea go. In love with the idea of love. That's the most common mistake people make in an NSA set up.
It's a damn shame if you allow yourself to fall flat on your face just because you got your signals crossed. Love is a choice. It always will be. You are not a helpless kitten that just got coerced into something. If you both consent to levelling up your relationship one notch above the bedpost, CONGRATULATIONS! Two less lonely people out there who can say they jumped into the Valentine day hype. *slow clap* Next question is, how long can you both sustain it?! (Booyah! That's the cynic in me talking haha)
I will forever be thankful to you for coming into my life and staying. The past months were well spent knowing I have you to turn to when I need to escape from whatever bullshit I'm faced with. Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with me. Thank you for the warm hellos and happy goodbyes. Thank you for making me forget the past for awhile and for helping me carpe that fucking diem. Thank you for the kisses on my forehead, the sweet hugs and endless cuddles. Thank you for the long pillow talks through deep yawns. Thank you for the morning romps and tender touches. Thank you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, desserts and coffee! Thank you for not asking too much and for taking too little. Thank you for letting me be the selfish bitch I set out to become. Thank you for making me realize I don't want to be one anymore. Thank you for the witty comments and for laughing at my corny humor. Thank you for enduring girl's night out and for hanging out with my bitches. Thank you for not having road rage under the worst circumstances. Thank you for indulging me whenever I'm close to having a krunkels fit. Most of all, thank you for holding my hand when I need you to.
"But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand" :-)
