You ever wish you could start a conversation over? Wish you could be more witty, more charming? Unfortunately, there is no going back.
There are people out there in the world right now who, if you met them and said just the right thing, would change your life forever. Would be a catalyst for change in your life that catapults you forward. There are people walking around right now who would be the love of your life, igniting a passion that will spark epiphany. But time and chance shake us all.
The right person at the wrong time. The right person, right time, wrong thing to say. And what happens when you meet someone who is all of this, what happens when you can’t hold on to them. Maybe we all need to be a little less jaded, a little more accepting. Embrace our frailties, our flawed hearts.
We bind our love to desire, to ambition, to politics, to what we wear, how we talk. So many caveats and criteria that we kill the soil in which love might flourish. Perhaps we need to till the soil, start again. Accept your flaws, their flaws, our flaws. Love with your whole self, hold nothing back.
You’ll be destroyed, again and again. I know. I’ve been there. But any way else is the slow strangling death of hope. And that, that I will not accept.
