Just a thought February 2011.


You are not to shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find and keep. The quickest way to find love is to give love. If you want it too badly, you will not find it. The most secure way to keep love is to give it space and care to grow. If you hold it too tightly, you will lose it.

Reckless Love.


You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love much like the day I learned how to swim. It was the reckless type of love, with no floaties or noodles, slipped into the pool and I cried, gasping for air. ‘Cause being in love with you, much like drowning, I always seem to be out of breath, panting, with every beautiful moment, you left me breathless.
You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love with you that day we were stuck next to a cemetery off of a freeway, stranded with a flat tire without a spare. It was the reckless type of love, arguing back and forth on why you didn’t get it taken care of, or who’s going to call who, and I was mad and you were mad. But at that moment I realized, being in love with you, I can’t picture myself being stuck in that place and time, with nobody else but you.
You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love much like the day you forgot your house keys at 3 in the morning. It was the reckless type of love, so forgetful and absentminded, figuring out how we can break into your house, or who’s awake to open the door, where we’ll sleep and we have work in a couple of hours. ‘Cause being in love with you, is still being locked out of your house at 3:30, sharing a twenty piece of Chicken McNuggets and sweet tea, and falling asleep on your chest on the driver’s seat until the sun came up.
You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love much like the day I learned how to roller skate. Terrified, scared, and quite honestly, too eager and impatient to become an expert already. It was the reckless type of love because I was unprepared and unready, with no knee straps and experience, so my scars can tell you how much I fell in love with you.
You are the most reckless type of love. My reckless type of love. Mine and only.

Just a thought January 2011.

‘Cause even until the last day, he held her. He wrapped his arms around her, much like the blanket he used to tuck her in before he left for work. She felt a light kiss on her forehead as he brushed five strands of hair off her face. Closer, he held her. He did not stop until the tears running down her face came closer and closer to his cheek. So close, it almost touched his tongue and tasted like salt water in the San Francisco bay. He was breaking down as she was breaking into pieces. “One minute”, she said. And for fifty two more seconds, he held her. And in those fifty two moments, there was nothing but silence. The last eight were the most excruciating. ‘Cause every second, five, four, three, two, and one. His hand slowly slipped away and his eyes left the sight of hers.
And that is probably the last time we’ll ever be together.

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Love, Anne