Are you okay, I got your message
and...
RYNE
Sit down
ANNE
What's wrong?
RYNE
Nothing
ANNE
Liar, what's wrong, are you sick?
RYNE
I just...I have some things to tell
you and I don't want you to get mad
or upset or anything like that
ANNE
I don't like conversations that
start like this
RYNE
Normally neither do I, but I have
to say this
ANNE
Okay
RYNE
I sat down today and read some
stuff...probably shouldn't have
read it, but I did. It was old,
way before I'm sure rational
thought could pass by in my mind.
I read this line in this note from
a girl I knew, it was after I broke
up with the first girl that I
honestly and truly loved (there's
only 4 of those to date) and this
other girl wrote down this line in
perfect cursive and it ripped
through every seam that was holding
my heart together at that time. It
read, "the first love of your life
will always be with you and you
should cherish that." I chuckle
now at that line, because it's
bullshit. Complete and utter
bullshit.
Love isn't a feeling that can be
had with more then one person at
the same moment. Love is an
individual emotion that is attached
to one person, if you love two
people you aren't really in love,
you're split because in the end you
love parts of them, not the whole
package.
I read these things though and I
thought about you, about what I've
done wrong over so many days and
months and years, I thought about
just the way my life has been and
who I am right now. I know why you
fight tooth and nail for me now,
but I still question what makes me
so much better than anyone else?
Who am I to be anyone's love? Who
am I to even say that word? Do I
love you, yes, more then I could
imagine, but that word carries so
much power. It can bend and break
even the strongest in the world.
Look who wields this power though,
the immature, the hopeless, the
dramatists, and the confused. Are
we ever sure if the emotion we are
feeling is love or are we just
lying to ourselves again. See if
you're questioning the hopes and
fears and the tears that come with
love, then it never was love to
begin with. Love begins with
heartache and ends with heartache,
but of a different kind. Do you
still love him? No. Did you love
him? That's for you to decided,
because I guess in the end I'm just
an innocent bystander to all of
this, I was never there, I can't
weigh in on something I never saw
in action. All I know right now
is, that I do love you and yeah, I
compared what I went through what
you went through and you had it a
lot harder then I ever did.
I'm not saying all of this to piss
you off or make you cry (I did both
of those in that order actually),
I'm saying this because I know that
I can do better, I want to do
better and when getting that shot,
I feel this pressure that I can't
even describe...and I like it. I
love pressure, when its all on the
line give me the ball, you know
that's how I am. I just guess I
had to confess to you that I read
everything and as much as I'd like
to beat the hell out of him for
what he did, I'm glad that he's
blind, because without his
ignorance I wouldn't have you. I
love you and they were wrong,
because the love I'll never forget
is you.
ANNE
Ryne, I don't know what to say
RYNE
Say that you love me and you always
will
ANNE
Baby, I love you more then I can
even say
Ryne leans in close
RYNE
Does this describe it?
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