I had high hopes for June. Even when things weren't very good, I hoped he would remember and set aside everything (disappointment, hurt, pain, frustration) and tell me he was glad that he met me a year ago. In my wildest imagination, he was knocking at my door and would say he loves me even when I'm at my worst. He would take a chance, ignore all stops and would just go because he loves me. But really, a text message would have been enough.
I know better now than to have high hopes for June.
There goes my June.....
There goes my love.....
There goes my life
ReplyDeleteI had high hopes for my 40’s. I was looking forward to meeting her and her family and her lifestyle choices, as crazy as they seemed to me.
To see her, to listen to her funny voice and yes to touch her in the comfort of our relationship. June, July, August… whenever or wherever as long as it is forever and always.
To build on a love that is there but needs some maintenance like everything else in life. Nothing’s perfect and why should it be.
Days pass by, then weeks, then lifetimes. Who’s to blame, who’s responsible, who made the first move, who said the last word…
It’s all dust in the wind and our grandchildren won’t care. But where will our Grandchildren be if we also don’t care…
Dreams are made on such moments…