I want the five year olds theory on love to be the truth... simple, foolish but lost in the moment.
Its the moment a young boy says he likes a girl... and the word travels through the playground to her foolish ears... Its the moment she confesses how much she likes him and the unspoken understanding is met...
She is now his girlfriend and he is now her boyfriend.
I am confined to be a Realist.
I am confined to the laws of what is best for... what is most acceptable in societies eyes.
Its the moment a love is not snuffed out but pulled apart by what everyone else expects... like 1000 Kms wasn't enough.. a million voices say it cannot be until we ourselves believe it.
Two young adults... he loves her, she loves him...but societies necessities are to demanding... life to involved.. distance to great,
She is no longer his gf and he is no longer her bf.
Why couldn't we have been the optimists?
Why couldn't we have meet in a playground, dirt on our knees and just been lost in ourselves.. before the world began and expectations became so great?
Why did we have to be the realists?
Tears on our pillows... lost thoughts... whispered phone calls and loves songs on repeat.
A 6 year old asked me why?
Why if he loved me and i loved him, why weren't we together... and well the reasons although legitimate seem so small compared to the reasons to be with the one i love... I sat dumbstruck by a six year old
and suddenly envying her innocence and her simple school yard love theories...
Reality has given me one undying a powerful message...
Two young adults... he loves her, she loves him...but societies necessities are to demanding... life to involved.. distance to great,
She is no longer his gf and he is no longer her bf.
Why couldn't we have been the optimists?
Why couldn't we have meet in a playground, dirt on our knees and just been lost in ourselves.. before the world began and expectations became so great?
Why did we have to be the realists?
Tears on our pillows... lost thoughts... whispered phone calls and loves songs on repeat.
A 6 year old asked me why?
Why if he loved me and i loved him, why weren't we together... and well the reasons although legitimate seem so small compared to the reasons to be with the one i love... I sat dumbstruck by a six year old
and suddenly envying her innocence and her simple school yard love theories...
Reality has given me one undying a powerful message...
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