he swore he could provide me with oceans when all I could give back was a mere dew drop. And so I let him go.
5840 days isn’t a long time to be on earth when you really think about it. & if all goes well I should have at least another 20440 until I take my last breath.
so why rush so fast into what’s nearly guaranteed temporary? call me a pessimist, but love is just a feeling. and all feelings are temporary when you’re 16 years old.
so when such things are so short-lived, why waste time on exclusivity & commitment? especially on someone with such different visions on what love is supposed to be.
no one is obligated to provide reciprocation. despite the other party’s ambitions or the strength of how they feel, some things just aren’t meant to be— some people just weren’t made to love the same. so be patient. savor your youth. & choose wisely your first love.
but when you’re ready to love? you love hard. you love recklessly. you love exactly as you would want to be loved. because regardless of its ability (or inability) to last, love is never easy to forget. and love should not be taken lightly.
- a poem I wrote back when I was 16 & afraid of love