When you buy something you get a receipt, just in case it doesn’t work, it is the wrong size or you find you already have one. Why can’t love be returnable?
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It’s new
It’s shiny
It’s comfortable
It makes us feel alive
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It gets old
It wears
It gets uncomfortable
It makes us reminisce the past
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It sours
It becomes work
It drags us down
It makes us wish for freedom
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Excuse me sir
May I see the manager
I have my receipt
I want my heart back
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I have failed in the past and this new, shiny love is opening different avenues for me, but will it last? Will it fizzle and sputter. I put a lot of one-sided work in on past misfortunes that collapsed. I hope I have a little fight left in me, as this feels worth it. Only time will tell.
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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – receipt
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – apology
I apologize for being absent for so long… life has been, well life and one thing after another has kept me away. Things are looking pretty good though and I am back at it, trying to catch up. Hope you are all well! (((HUGS)))
Today is a tough day for me. It was thirty-three years ago that I was thinking about our destination number one on our honeymoon only a few hours after we had said I do, taken pictures and done all the tradition reception activities. We lived as a couple for nearly 22 years. The last few were hard. Alcoholism twists and torments a family until it is hard to recognize happiness. I separated from my long term marriage sure I had failed. But an amicable decision to divorce kept us on track as friends. And an extremely short 2 ½ years later he died.
I will always treasure the good years we had and the WONDERFUL daughter I was left with to go on. But after 8 years now, the death has still not killed the last of my love. I will always keep it tucked away. But I do yearn to find someone and wonder if there is a chance for a second “true love” for me.
I dated someone for many years, it was nothing like that “true love” and did not last. In middle age I wonder if I will ever get that chance for butterflies in my stomach and yearns when we are apart… I have to always hold onto hope.
Today for letter P, I searched for a quote from the poet Pablo Neruda. I found this one and was so drawn to it. We have all had “the one that got away” that years later you still wonder what happened to them and “what if” things had been different. At least for me their still is and always will be a little bit of love still there for them. Also friends and family that only pass your way briefly, but have an impact on your life, are a part of your memories forever.
Little do you know about me
Would you believe I still…
Dream of your “Good nights”
Feel the palm of your hand in mine
Smell your favorite cologne
(the one I had to be near you to smell)
Feel the weight of your arm on my shoulders
Imagine the softest kiss from your lips
Get filled with fire at the thought of your touch
Little do you know
I still love you
… well maybe now you do
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – little
Leigha Robbins 