about love//preface

Once it was easy.

“anything worth having doesn’t come easy.”

That’s funny.

Now, i imagine telling all of this to an ex lover.

“It was so easy to love you.”

Confusion, offense, flattery; ambiguity.

It’s so easy to lie in someone’s arms tell them you love them.

It’s easy to fall in love with your greatest friends.

It’s easier to pour gasoline onto a fire, than to smother it with your bare hands, or wet it down with your words.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying.”

It’s not easy to fall asleep upset with someone you love.

It’s not easy to say goodbye for the thousandth time and swear you mean it every time.

It’s easy to apologise when you don’t mean it.

It’s even harder when you do, but have not a single idea why you are remorseful.

It begins to mean nothing.

No matter the difficulty in the lessons of love, you begin to pick the road most frequently traveled.

Worn paths, tattered with the ashes of love letters, and lonely foot prints of millions of broken hearts; all with no where to go.

somewhere, the owners for these mangled hearts have met the same fate, huddling, freezing together on their lonesome.

Sharing stories lost to time: of kisses, dates and hand-holding. They’ve all met here. near the still warm embers of an angry flame, burning with the ferocity to keep roasting for all winters to come.

This ex lover looks at me, the way one looks at a crazy lady laying prostrate and moaning.

He doesn’t understand. but one day, i’m sure he will.