New love seems to be better than old love.
I feel as though I only say that because
I've never experienced
a good
old love.
Somehow, somewhere along the way, there has always
been something to ***** up all
of my chances.
Ex's.
Mistakes.
Hard decisions.
Belonging.
Self-pain.
All of these things and more have ruined my chance.
Actually, I wouldn't say ruined. My chance
came back and we are starting off slow this time.
By slow, I mean things are just
coming back naturally.
The way she looks at me gives me butterflies
The way she walks past and smiles just at me
The way she breathes when I'm laying on her chest
The way she says my name
and just the way the word beautiful slips out of her mouth towards me.
She's an imperfectly, perfect human being
and now that I have her, I wouldn't trade
her for the world.
Don't give up on your chance, for they might come
back and surprise you.