edwin

I loved once upon a time. I thought it would be the only time I ever would. I suppose I read too many storybooks or had seen too many movies growing up that deceived me into thinking life could be so complete.

Upon continuous reflection over a significant period of time since the shortcomings of my love I discovered that my love was an imperfect love. I wanted so badly for it to be perfect. I wanted it to be the end and the beginning. I wanted everything. Sometimes you want so much that when you think you have everything, that everything is not enough. Then what do you have? All you have then is love.

I loved once. Somewhere, sometime, someday I will love again.