Monday, 12 January 2015

// The Past. The Present, And The Future //

When I was younger,
my parents taught me that
love was never about
coming first.

Love was about
how a person
was treated,
how a person
should never feel neglected.

Love was never
about the sleepless nights
and the wonders of sex.

Now that I'm a little older,
I finally understand
what they meant.


But I sometimes wish
love went my way.
To be loved,
rather than to love.

To be held,
rather than to hold.
To be kissed,
rather than to kiss.
And when I grow old,
I want my children
to love others,
but I also want them to be loved.

I want them to
be who they are,
love who they want.

But the most
important thing of all
is that they love
and be loved.
t.c(easeless)