i remember my first dosage of male love his name was Stanley & we were in the second grade & he asked me to be his girlfriend in hindsight, i should have accepted b/c i was- what i now know as jonesing- after this boy i'm a cafe latte complexion but i would turn into red delicious every time he passed me i remember that note he gave me... asking me to be his girl it had that brown sugar scene to it- a box for yes and another for no i loved him for that note
i said no b/c i was afraid of the outcome somehow i knew that it wouldn't last & i loved him too much to let myself hate him when things would, inevitably, end
so now, 17 years later, i still have that 2nd grade love for Stanley i'll always treasure him for the sincerity of that note & fear myself more for, somehow, knowing how things will end even before they start.... especially when it comes to love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ breathe. smile. live. be thankful. give back.
i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.