One True Loves

Where we reunited and broke our own hearts. And walked away in two pieces.

My dreams, the rope and the knots, I know exactly what they mean. You don’t tie yourself to something unless you’re scared you might float away.

There is other love out there for me. But it’s different. It isn’t this. It isn’t this exact love. It’s better and it’s worse. But I guess that’s sort of the point of love between two people—you can’t re-create it. Every time you love, everyone you love, the love is different. You’re different in it.

You wonder how each moment bled into the next and created the days, months, and years that now all feel like seconds? That’s how I feel. Right now. In this moment. It feels like our entire past together spans eons and the time I’ve spent without him is an insignificant little flash. I have loved Jesse since the day I saw him at that swim meet.

Jesse and I were once ripped apart. And now we’ve grown apart. The same hearts, broken twice.

Two True Loves Or, how to make peace with the truth about love

get it now. I get what you were saying. About how falling in love with Sam didn’t mean that you forgot me. That it doesn’t change how you once felt. It doesn’t make the people you loved before any less important.

I look at him,

It’s one thing to break a heart. It’s an entirely different thing to break someone’s pride.