Well baby, I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
The older I get, the more life makes sense, and I see beauty I hadn’t before.
I can’t look back on my relationships and think they have been nothing but sad relations. I was too young to know what love was, nor how to keep it alive. In your early twenties, nothing is enough, and you are never left satisfied.
I think about possibilities, future and potential. I’m finally comfortable with who I am.
There is no such thing as losing your youth; it’s only a new stage of opportunity, experience and strength. I have confidence to know how a relationship should be, and how it shouldn’t be broken. I know the damage I have done and now have experience on how to prevent it.
Finding someone who finds you beautiful, not based on looks, but by the whole package.
Game playing is over. There becomes an equal communication and feeling of understanding.
The feeling to break free and run diminishes. Fighting is replaced by consoling and comfort. Flaws become acceptable, maybe even endearing. Sex also becomes an intense bond and friendship.
Instead of holding you back, this someone becomes your inspiration.
