The Impact of that Very First Love…

You may not realize this, but, the impact of that very first love, exceeds beyond ANYTHING you will ever, come to know! The impact of that very first love, it’s so deep, because it’s, the very first time that’s made you feel, you want to, give everything you are, to someone else, and that, is not to be taken, lightly…

The impact of that very first love, it’s like, being on a collision course, and you’re in that car that’s, speeding, spinning, out of control, and NO matter how hard you’d, wanted control over that steering wheel, it’s just, not possible!

here’s a song that shows this…video from Youtube…

The impact of that very first love, you’re, destined to feel the loss, because that very first love, was NEVER, going to last, no matter how much you’d, wanted it to…

The impact of that first love, you’d, never forgotten it, had you? Of course not, it was, the very first time that someone had, made your hearts skipped a beat in time, and that, is a once-in-a-lifetime, never to be experienced again for the first time kinda thing.

The impact of that first love, it’s not, to be, reckoned with, oh no, and don’t EVER, underestimate the effect that very first love has had on your life, you’re still, affected by that very first love you’d, ever had even to this day…

 

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Walking Away from These Dreams You Broke

Walking away from these dreams you broke, you’d think that it’s, super easy, but it actually wasn’t! Walking away from these dreams you broke, that would mean that I’d needed to, disown everything we’d, ever shared, the love, this life we’d, built from the ground up together, and over is just, too hard for me, to accept, for now………

Walking away from these dreams you broke, why is it, that I’m the only one, experiencing this loss, from these broken dreams you’d caused, huh? How come, it doesn’t affect you like it had me? Was I investing more into this so-called “relationship” than you ever were?

yup, it’s, like that, not my cartoon…

Walking away from these dreams you broke, it wasn’t easy, it was, quite painful, actually, but heck, I refuse, to get TIED down by these god DAMN never-makin’-it, already-torn-to-bits-and-pieces dreams you’d made for me!

Walking away from these dreams you broke, yeah, that is, what I’ll do, in the morn, but for tonight, let me just, sleep on it, to see, if I’ll, have a change of heart, on leaving you………

Walking away, from these dreams you broke, well, that’s, super easy, I just, took one last look at you, and it’d, dawned on me, that you were, never what I needed, or even, wanted, and that, was that!

Burned Out the Love…

That’s it! We’d, burned it out………

Burned out the love, not because we’d, needed the light from it, not because we were, cold, freezing ourselves to death, but just because!

Burned out the love, who knew, that love’s, spent, so easily, huh? I would’ve, never guessed, how fast love can “go” (don’t ask “where”!), how quickly, it’d, turned to ashes…

Burned out the love, it’s, too late, and love is still NO phoenix, it won’t, rise up, and live again, oh no, it’d, just, stayed, dead, and there’s, nothing that you, or I, can do ‘bout that now, is there? Nope!

查看來源圖片a picture of the before and the after, from online…

Burned out the love, why? Because we can, because that, is what, we’re, supposed to do, to experiment with it, to see, how far we can push it, until it finally, CRACKED. Burned out the love, and, there’s, nothing but ashes and dusts that remained, of this, burned up love of ours, and so, I’d, collected my half (as that, is how everything got divided? Right down the middle???), and you can have the rest of the remaining half, to go with that steak, salted with your own tears…………

Burned out the love, so? I got more love than you’ll ever know, and, know the best thing about my love is? It NEVER gets used up, I will always, have MORE than enough love to get by! As for you? Do I, really care? Yeah, uh, you WISH!

Note: this is still just me, throwing things out at this wall of echo, meaning that it’s not directed toward anybody out there, ‘k??? Yeah, uh-huh!

The Couple Who’d Been Married for Twenty Years are Now, Estranged

A marriage that’s, slowly, freezing up, oh wait, it’d become, frozen SOLID, and now you want to, thaw it out??? A Q&A, translated…

Q: He’d Kept Wearing that Soured Face Towards Me, is There Still a Chance, to Salvage What’s Left of My Marriage?

Mrs. H had, lived for twenty years in this freezing weather of her marriage, she’d originally thought that she’d become totally numbed out, but recently, she’d started, contemplating, how she can better the interactions with her husband.

Her husband never fought with her, but every time he was displeased, he’d started the cold wars with her; and, even sometimes, what’ had angered him had nothing to do with H, something with his own family of origin, or something at the office, he’d still pulled H into his own storms. Naturally, sometimes, it was the kids, or her who’d made him upset, but no matter what happened, H’s husband treated her as if she were invisible. And after some time, H can only, keep her distance, and, tried to spend as little time as she possibly could with him, even encouraged him to find someone else to love.

查看來源圖片where we’ll be, if things don’t change…not my photo…

Twenty years had, passed like this, from the beginning, when H had, walked of eggshells too carefully, to now, she’d learned, to completely, ignore her husband’s existence. It’s just, she’s not happy in this sort of an interaction with him in the marriage, and she wants to know, if there was something she can do, to change this.

A My Advice

This marriage had begun imbalanced, the husband didn’t fight, didn’t get loud, and, it’d, made his wife scared. If you two were in love before you were married, didn’t he use this before? If it’d started after you two were married, I think, that if communications work, it would’ve, worked, but H had stimulated him, by telling him to cheat on her, I really can’t tell what had happened between them from before. If H wanted to improve her relationship with her husband, she could lower herself and have a heart-to-heart with him, tell your husband that you weren’t happy, that you’d wanted to change, and if he’s willing to go to couple’s counseling, that’s, even better. And, I can only give these advices to you, based off of what I received. H, do open up your heart, and communicate with your husband.

And so, this probably still did NOT happen overnight, it must’ve been how they’d interacted with each other from the beginning, it’s just that from before, there were, things diverting this husband and wife’s attention, work, children, families, etc., etc., etc., that they’d, failed to notice, but now as they’re growing older, and it’s, just the two of them, things started becoming, obvious, and, the husband and wife really DO need to sit down and talk, otherwise, divorce will be the only VIABLE option.

Buried Underneath This Stack of Dreams…

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, were us. We’d dreamed too big, allowed all those false fantasies, make-believe fairytales, to get blown out of proportion.

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, you’ll find that dying love I no longer had for you, for I’d, already, put IT out of its miseries, it was sick a long time, and, it’d, taken me, long enough, to finally put it down!

what you’re going to find…Photo from online…查看來源圖片

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, were our shared moments of love, and now, this stack of dreams had, crushed it, suffocated it, and we now have, nothing. Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, what do you think you’ll find, if and when you ever come back, to this home we once made love in, huh? Me, still waiting for you, like I’d done for years and years on end before? Don’t be stupid, my heart’s checked out already, and, it’d just, taken my body longer, to follow its (my heart’s???) lead is all.

Buried under this stack of dreams, is my goodbye (although this “bye” is nowhere NEAR “good”!) to you, and, you’ll find it, at the VERY bottom of the pile, almost dead, because it got crushed………

Driver’s Ed, a Poem

I can’t sever my ties with you yet, just allow me to love you, a bit longer, please!!! Translated…

This is, the Unreturned

Miniature Version of, that Map of the First Love

I Was Once, a Slow Car, Driving According to Your Signs

Reverse, Park, Drive Forward Bumpily

The S Driving Paths, Very Well Rehearsed查看來源圖片navigateing through this obstacle fcourse of love…photo from online…

Those Spells Which Had, Stopped Working Due to the Twists & Turns Now

Pretended I was Changing Lanes, Tested Out the Safe Distances Too

Allowing that Invisible Crosswalk to Get Between the Two of Us

Brake! Don’t Park on the Lines, Ahhhhhhhhhhh, for a Very Long Time

I’d, Not Wanted to, Signal, All the Green Running Men, Stand Perfectly Still

I’m Still on that Driving Range in Your Dreams, Practicing Repeatedly

This, is what stuck felt like, isn’t it? The person you were in love with, had already, moved on, and you still couldn’t, because you’re still, too emotionally attached or whatever, and, this is going to get harder, because you still had YET to deal with that final goodbye, severing the emotional ties with whoever you’d, broken up with…

Optics, a Poem

Having someone ELSE there, AT the center of YOUR universe, this, is not going to end well at A-L-L! Translated…

We’d Polished Those Lens

Calculated the Curves of Language

Waited, for a Specific & Destined Time

That Light that Traveled Here from Afar

At that Specific Right Angle

like this, and, you WILL get B-U-R-N-E-D!  Photo from online…

Passed Through Those Layered, Transparent Hearts

Burning Me, in that Void, Suspended

That Combustible Focal Point

So, this, is what it feels like, with someone at the center of universe, because you were, lured in love, and yet, after the love is gone, what will you be LEFT with? Oh yeah, I forgot, UTTER DARKNESS, and you’d become, a sure part, of that darkness, because you’d lived your life around that other individual, and, it’s NEVER good, with someone ELSE at the focal points of your own lives…