How am I supposed to sleep,
With your voice fresh in my mind?
I tried so hard to forget it,
This has put me in a bind.
I'm not supposed to miss you,
I'm not supposed to miss you at all.
Yet all my willpower has been taken from me,
With just a phone call.

So here it is,
It finally has come to an end.
I'm sorry we ended up,
Merely a story.
One day, far from now,
I will tell my kids of you,
And all the crazy things we did,
Chapter by chapter,
Bit, by, bit.
The story of,
My first love.

There are days where she sleeps with her eyes open,
Those are the longest of them all.
Lost memories whisper softly to her,
Every detail recalled.
They seem so far away and out of reach that they must have been dreams,
Because nothing is as it was.
And nothing is as it seems.

"You were my once upon a time."
She whispered, their frail hands clasped together their grip meant more than forever.
He watched her with tears streaming down his face,
"Don't cry, my love."
As a tear rolled down her own she found the strength to say one last thing,
"You'll be my happily ever after."
He nodded in response because that's all he could will himself to do.
Slowly she closed her eyes and he kissed her goodbye,
Sadly he untangled their hands and rose to his feet and found his words,
"I have loved you for seventy years, this isn't the end."

And they lived happily ever after, again, and again, and again.

*Do you believe in soulmates?

Detachment is felt through every word he sends,
A forced response always on the other end.
Soon the words stop coming,
Losing interest completely in even being friends.
Left to wonder why the responses seemed so plain,
She holds herself to blame.
Was it something she did,
That made her lose this word game?

In thought I raised my eyes,
Meeting his oceans from across the room,
His hesitant smile gave me hope.
I could feel my lips slowly turning upwards,
In response.

I keep hearing all these complaints,
It's sad when everything that's said has a negative edge.

I'm no saint,
I do it too sometimes.

I try to see the positive light,
In bad situations.

Both sides to the coin,
Everything has a reason.

I try to draw my mind out of that dark place,
Because I've gotten stuck there.

It did not help me,
It only kept me in a state of no motivation, lethargy, and unfeeling.

I want people to realize that although they have some legitimate reasons to feel down,
As all do.
That there are always going to be a reasons to remain positive.

Even if it is something so small that it seems ridiculous to be happy about.