love
You still think about “the one who got away” as “The One”? It’s not too late to let them know!
I was a girl when we first met, innocent and untouched, full of love and laughter and lightness. Sheltered. I didn’t know anything about the world, or the difference between making love and fucking.
Then, I saw you. I fell madly and deeply in love after our first conversation. You were just a boy then, but I saw you as my king and my everything.
I knew you were the one because I showed you every part of me, even the ugly, needy parts – and you loved me still. I wish I had been wise enough to recognize it was the honesty between us that was the real intimacy, not just the fumbling, pubescent way we taught each other to make love.
That is what everyone wants at any age. Understanding. But youth does not allow for such wisdom.
Now I am a woman and a mother with complexities in her thoughts and feelings, with wants and needs of which I am fully aware, and incapable of settling for less than I desire. I now have years of varied experiences behind my eyes that only time on this earth can afford a person and give meaning to.
I crave the simple intimacy we shared when I was that clueless, young girl, and to feel it now as a woman who possesses a deeper awareness. I burn for the raw honesty we created together when my young heart was incapable of appreciating it. Then, I felt it, but couldn’t name it. Now I can.
I want you to uncover the passion in me, simmering under the surface, that only you are able to reach; to discover the soul of the woman I am now, with the honesty and truth we had as young teenagers in love.
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Submitted to ArtParasites by Jessica Sisak
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