Your love is capricious

On a whim and on fire. There is no rhyme or reason. It's explosive and in full force but it can come and go. A hazard so powerful and so captivating but can burn you if not handled with care. I will stare deep into this fire for as long as I can but will retreat just before my delicate frame loses it's ability to fight back.

Forward

I don't want to forget the moments that happened under the umbrella of love. They were precious in their own way and I appreciated them at the time. Those moments have changed now and I am left with random attacks of thought, overwhelming my mind. They are brief but they are haunting.

I want these new moments, these resplendent seconds in time to enshroud me.

Starting to start over

I think that I have met my match...

Live again

There are no absolutes and no forevers. These are the thoughts and ideals of romantics before us and the Hollywood director in front of us. We can actualize these things for a mere moment and use that sensation to float to the top of the heavens. Sheer bliss. Elation and ecstasy. I believed and with all my dismay I still believe (although those beliefs are slowly decaying with time, experience, disappointment).

At the very least I am experiencing something profound and genuine for the moment. Someone who makes me laugh.
Just for the moment. We only have moments. I am happy.