Life is kind of funny. How you fall in love, and stay in love. Stay in contact, fall out of contact. At the hospital I here all these stories about people reconnecting with there high school sweet hearts and falling back in love and getting married. I know I am not that girl. Not the girl a boy remembers years later and wants to be with. I am not the girl love waits around for. Not the girl who instills every lasting feelings in a mans heart. I like to pretend sometimes that I am. I like to imagine laying in bed and being in love. The trust resists simplicity, but I want to know how he feels about me. After all this time will he still want to hold me in his arms? Will we talk until the sun comes up, just to reluctantly fall asleep. Will he sleep next to me peacefully as I fall apart? Will it be real love, or just fantasy? Or will we meet, spend time together and realize it is over, my heart will finally be free.
