Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Never the same love twice.

It was brief.

It was brief and it was explosive and it left just as quickly and as randomly as it came.

And I loved it. I loved every moment I spent with you.

Its briefness is not something I need to defend. Its briefness does not need any justification when I describe the love which I experienced.

We haven't spoken for months and any French I hear makes my stomach ache and I am so nervous to return to what we once called ours.

After days and nights, I'm starting to realize it isn't so much you that I miss. I miss what I thought you were. I miss what I thought we had.

So in a surreal, sobering way, I will soon return to what was once ours and I will reclaim it as my own. And perhaps share it with someone new.

However brief, our time was our time, in a city that, at that time, was our city.

F. Scott Fitzgerald once wrote:“There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.”

I love that. 

I'm moving back, I'm moving on, with or without you. And though I will never forget what we had, I'm ready to remake this city.

Turn this heartbreak into joy.
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  1. Love this blogpost.
    Wishing you Love, Good luck :)

  2. oh, woah, anna. this is amazingly beautiful. your words are always stunning.

  3. This makes me cry, Anna. So beautifully written.


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