Maybe

Maybe your words weren’t meaningless
Maybe the feelings behind them were just
Unsustainable, temporary, fleeting…
And for sure no longer existent.

Maybe I misinterpreted your beautiful words
Maybe you were merely generalizing
Nonetheless, I was all in.
But maybe it was just me.

Heart

I don’t want to make you flutter
in false hope anymore.
I don’t want to make you ache
after yet another failed attempt at love
But trust and be still my heart,
I long just as badly as you do
to find another to love like we do.

Quotes For The Soul: Potential

Potential- Capable of being but not yet in existence; latent.

I have trouble walking this very fine line that divides potential and reality. More often than not women tend to skew reality into their own fantasy simply based on unexplored infatuation. We get wrapped up in the passion, chemistry and what COULD be and in turn become completely oblivious to the possible incompatability with our current love interest. I am becoming more aware of my tendency to get lost in the potential and at times mistake it or paint it into reality. In turn, I just end wasting my time because I didn’t take it for what it was, mere potential. Capable of being but not yet in existence; latent.

We Owe It To Ourselves To Stop Falling In Love With Potential” –Monica Torres

Moonlight Conversations: Obsessed

I think I’m officially obsessed with the moon. I’ve been anxiously waiting to witness his fullness since our last rendezvous. Constantly gazing up at the sky nightly.  Perhaps it’s because my mind is completely free! No worries about anything or anyone. So as of late, I can’t help but notice and admire just the little things like the moon and stars.  I can recall the places I’ve been each time I paused to look for him. He was merely a crescent when I was on a late night trek to my love just a few weeks ago and tonight as I drove home I was so excited to see him, all of him, once more. Hi, Mr. Moon!

“Was there always this much night? And didn’t the moon use to flirt with me from time to time? How do I cross this divide and will I ever know where you’re hiding? I am reaching with my fingers stretched.”  –Tyler Knott Gregson