I don’t think love is supposed to be how it’s portrayed.
You know where they live happily ever after.
Where the broken girl finds her true love.
Finds the person that completes her.
Where she stands on one side,
And him on the other.
They share a look of regret.
They feel as though they’re missing a piece of their heart,
And that the piece lives in the other.
So, they do the unimaginable.
They kiss in a parking lot in the pouring rain.
Unimaginable, right?
With their clothes drench,
Their lips meet,
And for a while, time stops.
In that moment, all that is happening is that kiss.
But I have never experienced that.
Or heard of that.
So, is it a lie?
Because the love that I am familiar with,
The love that I have seen and felt,
Is more broken then happy.
It has more pain than joy.
It doesn’t involve kissing in a parking lot.
But maybe it’s just me.
Maybe I’m missing out.
But all I know,
Is that love isn’t portrayed on how it really is.