Of it all...

Of all the boys who made me cry, there was one who made me cry the most.

Of every love I have ever had, one made it hard to let go.

Of all the regrets I have held, one showed me how to not look back.

Of the few times my heart has been broken, one more time made it stronger.

Of all the nights I slept alone, one helped me over come my fear.

Of all the kisses I've ever had, one made me want the best.

Of all the anger I had built up, one issue turned into joy.

Of all the dates I've been taking on, it helped one became the most important of all.

Of all the time that was taken away, one good time made up for it all.

Of all the words I have carefully chose, a few words changed my whole life.

Of all the letters I have ever written, only a hand full were written from my heart.

Of all questions I have ever asked, I answered the most important by accident.

Of every person I flashed a smile too, to only one I truly meant it to.

Of everything I have seeked and found, the one I never seeked found me.

Of all the love I failed to give, turned out to be saved for something special.

Of all the things I've ever said, this time I mean it more.

Of all the truth I've ever told, led to this moment of truth.

Of all the times I ever fell, I fell this time into love.

♫♪ "If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad" ♫♪

How does one person learn not to expect everything when everything is to be expected? How do you learn not to misunderstand what you are trying to say versus what you want to say?

I can't seem to get it right. Maybe that is why it ends up in disaster. Maybe that is why I can't lower my expectations and can't forgive myself for living above the average thought.

So if it makes me happy then why the hell am I so sad? Maybe satisfaction is now something that is just okay. It doesn't feel like that overwhelming feeling, it's just "something". Satisfaction has left and I need to find something else that once gave me that overwhelming feeling. I don't know where to start looking or if the search is worth that something...

I won't chase it. Time can bring it to me. For that, I can grow patience.

My Imagination Times 9

If his thick curly hair where a bed,
that is where I would like to sleep.
If his eyes became the ocean,
that is where I would want to swim.
If his lips became a resting place,
I would want to nap there.
If the beating of his heart was the theme song to my life,
I would play it on repeat.
If his hands became a safety net,
I would like to hold his hands when I fall.
If his hugs became a warm blanket,
then I always want to be cold.
If his kisses turned into shooting stars,
I would want to be a telescope.
If his smile became a night light,
I want to be afraid of the dark every night.
If his laugh were a sign of good things to come,
I would become patient for the future.
If the scent he leaves on my pillow is a stain,
I never want to wash it out.
If his life is a good luck charm,
I want to be the bracelet it goes on.
If his love is the only cure to my illness,
I want to be the first to discover it.