I can’t help it. Toni Braxton’s Breathe Again- alternating with Color Me Badd’s All for Love- keeps playing inside my head. Apart from the obvious fact that I’m stuck in a music time warp, I just feel that I’m in a non-Barry Manilow-ish, romantic mood.
I want to love and be loved again. I miss holding hands, warm hugs, butterfly kisses… the works. I want long walks on the beach, laughing in the rain. I miss eating off each other’s plates, as he tucks strands of my hair behind my ear…
Oh dear, this is beginning to sound like something off an online dating site profile!
Personally, I don’t believe in love that just happens. You find love on purpose. If you want to be a lawyer, you go to law school. If you want to find love, you look for it- or I guess more appropriately- you make things happen. It’s not easy, but once you reap the rewards, there are simply no words to describe the joy which comes with it.
I’d probably flunk love school, if there was one. It’s just been one failed relationship after another. Despite my conscious efforts to not repeat old mistakes, somehow, things still fall apart. It’s one of life’s mysteries which I may never have the answers to.
But I guess I won’t give up. I can’t give up. Life’s too short for that. Although bruised all over, I have to get up and just go on.
One foot in front of the other…
