The Girl Who Waited.

You experience the butterflies

The tentative hand touches

The instant blush on both of your faces during the slightest meeting of eye contact

Then you grow comfortable

You become the best of friends

The most intimate of lovers

The most radiant beam

Of happiness

When it all crumbles

When the fire of your hearts turn to ashes

When your smiles turn to tears

And you are left broken

No one tells you about the second time you fall in love

The broken pieces of your heart kept safe in a box you protect with your life

The way you tell yourself you won’t risk the fall again

This time

You don’t even realize it is happening

Letting your 3 am thoughts out at 1 in the afternoon

Wandering around aimlessly for hours

Never getting bored

The second time you fall in love, it sneaks up on you

And when you realize

They peeled away your armour

Opened your box

And put your heart back together

You are forever grateful

Because no love is ever as unexpected or comforting

“Beneath it all it’s still broken, Cut me out, cut it open, I can’t do it anymore I can’t do it”

and apparently, when she straight-faced, lifted her glass of chardonnay to her ear and swirled it, she baffled the other winery-goers so much that they all instinctively did exactly the same thing. that sort of crowd-think, that you aren’t quite sure what’s right but you’ll be damned if you’re mistaken for the plebian that you are

but watching that was enough for my mom to lose her composure, laugh so hard she cried, and spill the entire glass all over herself, in the process getting kicked out of the winery