Love

It's nothing I've felt before. It's not what I'm feeling now.
But it just might become that.
Even while I still think of him.

Rant

I think I'm just going to rant for a while.
I don't always have the right words. In fact, I rarely have the right words.

That Would Be Telling

What if I told you how it all ended?
What if I told you that we all had our happy-ever-afters?
What if because we parted ways, what if we all ended up in happier places?
If I told you where you'll be twenty years from now – twenty, ten, seventeen, does it really matter how long? – what if you'll look back on that now and think, oh, those were the times? What if I could tell you the tale of every single day, every single moment from now till eternity?
Would it make it any better?
Would you change a thing of any of those moments?
Would it make the now any easier?
Would it stop you from crying over the first loved one who dies? Would it stop you from getting to wherever the hell we're going?
Would it make love easier? Would it make heartache lesser?
Had I told you all of that, before today, would you have changed even a single second?