If you love something set it free; if it comes back it was meant to be.
Thats how it goes right?
But they don't tell you how long it will take for that something
to come back.
Sometimes its long, sometimes its short.
But it will come back.
I came back to my love, after a year of wandering and discovering the rarity of us.
I came back thinking that I would be rushed back into his life with a warm embrace, and that he would tell me all of the right things in response to my foolish teary blabber to confirm that yes, we were both lost without each other.
No.
The door is shut, but the windows are open so that the world and can hear the laughter of love spilling out of the windows and into the streets.
There are two happy people inside instead of one lone one.
That you swore would be there waiting for you.
You were selfish to think that.
You shouldn't have left in the first place.
Now the pain he felt is seeping in.
You cry tears that are celebrating their first birthday.
Tears that had the same meaning as his.