Revelations

Yesterday, my mom told me that I needed to stop writing about love. That I need a new subject. Love is overused. Yesterday, I told my mom that everything I could ever hope to write would contain some form of love.

Yesterday, I found out some things.

I found out that the story of my life is not a love story but rather a story about love. 

(It is a tale of every inkling of love I've ever felt.)

I found out that the passage of time can change a lot of things.

(Except the things that are most important to you.)

I found out that music fills the silence in a room but not the silence in your heart.

(I've never loved music more. I've never been more alone.)

I found out that the three most important words describing life were: "It goes on."

(I know this is true with every fiber of my being.)

I found out that sometimes it is better to be a forgetter than to be a remember. 

(If I could tell you one thing it would be this.)

I found out that darkness and light will always coexist. 

(We must know that perfection is unattainable.)

I found out that love is selfish and boastful and unkind. 

(You must want to keep the person you love as close to you as possible for as long as you can. Hide them away from the world so they can remain unspoiled. Boast of their goodness and grace, sing their praises from hilltops, lull the world to sleep with tales of their splendor. Be unkind, in that you must ask to much of them and that you must inspire them to change because you changed for them. Then after all of this is said and done, share their light with the world.)

Tonight, my mom talked to your mom and your mom asked about me. It made me sad because she didn't forget about me and you did. 

Do you remember when I stayed up till two in the morning to wish you "Happy Birthday" first because there's a time difference between Colorado and Texas? 

Do you remember when you said that when I laughed it made my whole face light up?

You were the only one who made me laugh that way. 

Do you remember when you said I deserved the nicest, sweetest guy in the world?

Did you know when you said that the only person I thought of was you?

Yes, of course, Mom, I won't write about love anymore.

Yes, of course, it's a tired subject. 

Yes, of course, I'm over you. 

Yes, of course, I'm telling the truth. 

Yes, of course, I'll be your friend.

Yes, of course, that's exactly what I want. 

Tonight, I'm listening to Lifehouse because I can't help it.