Loving things that are alive is always harder than loving things that are not,
Because when you love something alive,
There is a chance that it might not love you back.
And maybe, will even reject your love.
Some people fall in love many times,
But some of us only manage to do it once.
I fell in love with the idea of love before I ever really fell in love.
And it seemed right at the time,
But the right kind of love,
Will make you feel whole.
So I suppose those nights sitting by my desk,
listening to music,
Studying physiology together,
Crying tears too often,
Was not really love.
But just my first recognition that love is what I wanted in my future.
And that recognition didn't count then,
But it does now.
Does that make sense?
I fell in love with love,
Without falling in love.