We are made of the stuff of eternities….
Star dust is our origin-
     The universe recycled into our very DNA.
How could we not be meant for greater things?

Snow Angels. Sunny Days.
Flowers Blooming. Dancing in the Rain.
Ice Cream Trucks. Unexpected Kisses.
Finding Pennies. Late-Night Confessions.
First Kisses. First Anythings.
New Adventures with Old Friends.
Steamy Cars. The Steady Thud of the Rain.
Whispered Secrets. Pounding Heartbeats.

Sunsets. Cuddling.
          Making People You Love Smile.
     Laughter- the Kind That Makes Your Stomach Hurt.
Friendship. Bike Rides.
          Skinny Dipping at Midnight.
     Stars Shining. Hand-Written Letters.
Baby Animals. Honesty.
     Sundresses. Music.

Long hot showers. Sunrises.
Family. Board Games.
Talks with Old Friends.
All-Nighters. A Good Book.
     Learning. The Hug Where Neither Wants to Pull Away.
Plot Twists. Popsicles on a Hot Day.
     Movie Marathons. Sincerity.
Playgrounds.
     Getting Lost.
          Getting Found.

I’ve never been good at apologies.
Maybe growing up as one of the boys helped that along.
Or maybe it was never talking about feelings.
     My parents never yelled. Arguments were silent.
I've grown into a self sufficient human. One who doesn't need weakness.
     Even more one who doesn't know how to open up.
Not anymore, at least.
And now I think of all the relationships that could have been mended.
And I wish that I knew how to say the important words-
     But it still doesn’t come.

Being who you are will never be enough.
And even though I warned you
That I wasn’t all you dreamed of.
You still blamed me once you realized I was right.
But I was the one who you broke, who you shattered into pieces.
And here we are.
You far away, I don’t know where.
And me still here. But glued back together.
Somehow, time does heal. But I haven’t forgotten.
What you did to me and the way that you changed me.
And I still think about you sometimes.
It just doesn’t hurt as much anymore.
And I still worry about you sometimes.
But I have accepted my fate---
     You can’t take care of anyone who isn’t willing to let you.
And you cast me aside and continued on. Probably to do incredible things.
And while I never thought I had anything to forgive,
I now realize that I am worth more than the things you said about me.
And I am stronger than you will ever know.
     I’m not what you want. But I like being alone.
I do care. But I’ve moved on.
And that’s that way of life.

They are easy to come by and difficult to leave behind.
Hiding is easier than telling the truth-
I’m afraid.
          Afraid and excited and that makes my heart beat fast and my palms get sweaty.
I know that you could be the end or the beginning.
And even though I want to hope, I’ve gotten lost somewhere in the middle.
So I will make my excuses and you can drive me home,
And maybe next time I will be brave enough to fix the damage I hope isn’t too great.