This may sound random, but these thoughts have been tumbling through my head for a long time…
I have been in love once.
I didn’t even realize it at the time.
When you don’t think you are allowed to be in love, you generally don’t recognize it.
It didn’t work out. And I have never told him. And probably will never have a chance. Which may be okay, because life is sometimes just like that.
I regret that i wasn’t in a place to see it, appreciate it, say it.
I fear I may never fall in love again. But I entrust that to the lover of my soul.
Next time, I will be ready.