Second Flame

We’ve all felt it, the pain and the suffering of watching your heart break into thousands, and possible millions of pieces. Unrequited love, the cruelest, the most excruciating kind of love that we pray we never feel in our lifetime or will never feel again. When you try and get over that face and that smile, that voice, that feeling, that memory… that person. When you feel life is slowly fading because every breath is but a fleeting fervor of the love you once had.

And you try and get away. Go to a distant land and be happy to your new found solitude. Hoping you’ll meet new people and begin the painstaking process of moving on. And then, you feel that your starting to get back little pieces of yourself, only to find out it was not your old self. But a new you and you begin to wonder, is this improvement? But sooner or later you find yourself losing the battle to overlook love after all. You start to fall in love once more, and hoping that this time would be better, you plunge right back in. And you fall for the ‘bad’ once more.

You fall for the ‘bad’ because you keep telling yourself that they were wrong. And when that person does something ill, you ignore it and put it aside. But when the person does something good, you pat yourself at the back and say you knew it all along.

But like most things, love can come in the most unexpected time and even with the most suprising person.

They were right, I just had to wait.

I got my second chance with the person I met over 3 years ago and had broken up with for almost 2 years. For some reason, the love was still there. Faint but enough to rekindle what fire left from the past.

We’ve all felt it, love in whatever shape or form. And it just feels damn great!