Debut Albums and Exact Definition
Who else ever wants to just pack a bag and just start walking? Not knowing where you're going, just going. Without a single care in the world. I don't know how many times I have just wanted to just say "screw it, screw everyone, and screw everything." People in life tend to fail me. I gave him everything, my love, my time, my trust, and my loyalty. I strived to be perfect for him. I lost relationships with family and friends to keep the relationship I had with him strong. I even lost a little bit of myself in the process. That's where I messed up. I gave him my all without giving myself my all. He was beyond my everything. We fell for each other, it was the exact definition of "young love". I wouldn't call it "love at first sight". It was attraction at first glance. We met, we kissed, we fell in love. I still cannot seem to wrap my mind around how fast we fell what I'd call in love. Neither of us understood it, but we understood one thing. We had to be together and nobody could stop us. We were over four hundred miles apart, but close in our hearts. We went from Skype dates to destruction in two-point-five seconds. He will forever be the reason I do not understand people. They say the first few months of relationships are the "honeymoon phase", everything is great. They try to become the person they wish they were. And when that phase is over they show their true colors, but I swear to this day what we had was real. I say this a year and many months later, many relationships later. If he told me right now to drop everything and be with him this very second, I'd be the victim yet again of this tragedy people call love.
I still hold much anger towards him, I couldn't have possibly been better to him. I wasn't perfect, nor was he. Our imperfections fit together in an almost perfect way. In some hope I feel like this now still is not the end of our relationship. We connected like two worn puzzle pieces. Not perfectly, rough edges and torn corners. But
I still hold much anger towards him, I couldn't have possibly been better to him. I wasn't perfect, nor was he. Our imperfections fit together in an almost perfect way. In some hope I feel like this now still is not the end of our relationship. We connected like two worn puzzle pieces. Not perfectly, rough edges and torn corners. But