Yesterday while I was cleaning out my backpack I came across a little metal heart. It was the heart of the only woman I have ever loved. So much and so little locked in that little metal heart. Sometimes I wonder if she will every truly know how much I loved her and how I have not been able to match that love since her departure.
In that moment I realized I am not over her, but is a man ever over his first love? I think not.
I kept this post as a draft and I intended to update it, or, add to it but I don’t feel that way right now so I won’t go there. I am just going to post this as it is. See how feelings change?
Just like the weather…