Once upon a time, I thought falling in love was a sacred time, a time which you dear not miss for it might come just once in a lifetime.
And there I was, enjoying an experience that might've been my last, an experience which came to an abrupt end, as if it was something coming to past, as if this was ordained, for no matter my efforts, I couldn't mend that which I didn't break.
You must understand my shock, my unexplainable joy, but not to mention, my fear, when love came knocking once more. I hesitated, I speculated, I negotiated, I debated, for I needed to be sure. Love came once before, took me through summer's fields, sure there was plenty of sunshine, but sometimes the rain poured. You must understand my devastation, when it left me once more like it did before.
Third times a charm, if it ever comes around again I was sure, well... more like hoped for. Then my eyes met yours, and the process began, sure I was cautious, and worked with my experiences at hand, for I wished not to fall, but in love, this time stand.
Each of my loves came dressed with a different character, dressed with their own way of loving me and I liked each one, a different personality each, and at each points, that love was exactly what I wanted, a love I would've chosen forever, regardless of the imperfections that started.
Regardless of how different they were, I was happy respectively, and somehow realized, that isn't how love works, love is a cycle as this life itself is too, if it comes from within you, it will always find you. And as this cycle of love ends I anticipate the next, with the new vigor, the new adventures, the new kind of happiness.
I know not where I'll end up, but as the winds of life changes, I learned I have to fix my sail, for the destination is only hyped up by the journey. Sometimes there'll be no better experience than that of the trail, for sometimes the destination turns out to be nothing more than, the very end.
By Paul B. Peddie
June 9, 2017.
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