As I walk into the hazed and sunlight room I hear the faint sound of piano and see him in all his luminescent glory, the white curtains gently blowing in the breeze and there’s a sweet scent in the air. I breathe in and can almost smell it…until a sharp sound recalls me back to reality. And just like that, the sun kissed room with the sweet breeze and piano that kindly garnished an enhanced picture of my lover, vanish.
...fantasies....one of the many things that stand in the way of a happy love. Why on earth would someone put so much thought into something that isn't real?!....well, i dont know.....walking brings more and more questions to my mind. Questions like, "does he do this out of love or shame?" and "what will happen 25 years from now?"
All the completely unnecessary questions that need not be asked.
...worry...yet another thing that stands in the way of a happy love. But there are many things that stand in the way of a happy love... fantasies, worries, yes...insecurity, selfishness, clothes, our individual lives, and of course, the idea of this "happy love" that we are oh so fond of...I wish I could end this entree with a resolution, only I dont know of one at the moment...