Imagined love


~ Love, Nonsense


Today I mourned for the death of our love again.

In tears I looked at myself in the mirror and my reflection reminded me that, what I missed was not you…because, it was never about you. What I truly missed is what we could have been.

With that thought I was reminded of what lives in me; the poetry, the love nonsense, the romance that I brought to life with my imagination and most of all the version of you that I crafted with my thought. How could I have not known this already? 

You almost had me convinced that it was your good acting and not my perfect script that made the story. I dried my tears and said to myself, “I am such an artist! If my mind alone created all that, imagine what I can do with time, space and a man who is willing to be my canvas.”