Everyone wants or has dreamt of having a fairy tale even though we know there are no fairy tales. Ever question if you truly felt the way about that particular person that you thought you did? The mind can be very delusional, so delusional in fact, to the point that one minute we can tell someone we love them and the next, within the blink of an eye we are able to jump down their throats in deep rage and anger. We dream of marriage when in reality once marriage begins losing passion seems inevitable, maybe people should just keep dating? The mind can be more powerful than we imagine, and in addition to the following the path of your heart, you give your feelings about this person lots of thought, space and opportunity, and may now wonder if you didn't give it as much thought and benefit of the doubt would the circumstances have turned out the same?
People change with the seasons, things grow old to them, and it's constantly out with the old and in with the new, like trash bags or undergarments. Seasons changed and you remained in stagnant waters waiting patiently like a indentured slave of love for this person, restricted by the depths of your own personal thought and imagination. The thought of him or her makes skies roar and you experience weightlessness, and the brightness behind your eyes seems more beautiful than the aurora borealis. With the departure of the summer also went the departure of the time you once filled this person's heart. While you envisioned your next encounter with one another he or she contemplated the next time he/she would see his or her new toy fresh off the shelf which they had found to be so amusing, exquisite, and charming, while they had thrown you down beside the once loved but sadly forgotten and neglected Lego's,Transformers action figures, or Beach House Barbie. To your surprise fall and winter had came and gone and you were still wearing your trendy sun shades that everyone complimented or your favorite straw sun hat, stuck in summer where your love has left you behind. When the leaves begin to change their attire from bright greens to warm oranges and yellows, make it in your best interest that you remember to bring out your gloves and scarf out the closet or you might be bound to catch cold. Love is a mental illness, and obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized.
The only one who will speak warm passionate words and calm spirits into your life in seventy six degree perfect weather or frosty below zero temperature's is the one who has total climate control, and once you give Him total dependance each breath of fresh air in any weather will feel like sensory overload.
