Romance and love starts just like no other experience, dedicating from the beginning of a first love. Is it a true love or a fake one, that only determines based on the saliva that spits you in the face or makes love to you in the moment of a intimate scenario. In a real relationship the dedication chooses the personality and profession of romance. In this life you chose the faith and path of other certain emotion that guide you along motivation and purpose to chase a partner, being the desired character given male or female. What are the desires and characteristic that allow you to pursue someone? Where does it start? Puppy love was the first experience for many playing on the playground, chasing the women of your dreams, whether that be the latest Adele or Biancè. The memory of playing husband and wife with building blocks and driving your dream car on the traffick map, and allowing the flow of romance to play its part was the beingining of growing up. Being a young minded child thinking of nothing but the older women and innocence of living a young life and being ignorant to what the world holds gave beauty to the world. Thinking of the past when all went well and the women held you in their arms to embrace you in the warmth of their breast, and the men provided the strength of their arms gave a mindset to grow and adapt. There was no joy of any other. Subconsciously you told yourself this is what life is all about, this can hold me down. You ran to the affection and caring love of pheromones provided, oblivious to what the person held. What the power was. Then you grew older. Wisdom became your downfall, understanding became your weakness, and love was a misunderstanding and misconception. The waterfall grew heavy and the hammer rained down lava. Soaked in a hellfire, burned and drowned in the abyss of unknown emotions and questions of what love was. Running on the playground you soon to realize your idol and make-shift wife was chasing another partner. Scattered across the bodies of unknown entities, forest, and playhouses that were true buildings, but no more than cosplay. The playground wasn't a football field but the space was small, childhood scaled it into something enormous, a field trapped inside a handful of swings and chalk lines. Hidden on the otherside of that field was your childhood lover making out with pecks of kisses and serenity of defeat, with chaos and rage filling the heart and mind. Being the first feeling of betrayal. The realization that love didn't matter when other partners were around playing house-wife, showed there was a illusion of love and being married in a classroom setting. You move forward taken away from puppy love into hidden stage of maturity. What would the stages be? Puppy love was the ignorance to love itself, and the discovery of what it felt to have an attachment to something else other than your parents. Moving forward to a infatuation of genders that held meaning and emotions, you couldn't understand what suited or mismatched your feelings. You look at your brothers and sisters of the same sex and gender holding them at arms length or embracing them with compassion, saying your not alone. I'm envious of you. I'm curious of you. I wanna know what's more and what you can do for me. Having a provider, a parent and care taker, can make you oblivious to what it is a partners or companion can actually do. Questions of what it means to have someone always by your side watching your back without worry about being stabbed in the back filled the mind. Knowing you'll always be safe even when someone gets rid of safety becomes tolerable. Being infatuated by the way someone moves saying there different from the rest instead of saying their the same. They resemblance the care takers of a father and mother someone that can never be replaced. Infatuated by hatred and love to find someone like your care takers but realizing there's no one else like mom and dad, but constantly reminded of them. How can infactuation and memory make someone reminisce about someone they loved in the past, to be a mere copies of someone new? There's no one else like you, but "their all the same" is a irrational irritation that washes over the mind in a plain statement. The statement grows and overwhelms the mind to think about what love is, what romance is. What is intimacy? What is betrayal when all wanted is to have someone to return back home with. The evolution of infancy grows to romance and a romantic love. Chosen like Excalibur, sheared away and scabbard in rock no one can pull apart its destiny. Like sword in rock the monument is one, and the picture is vivid. No one can touch and break the bond other than someone willing to break the rock and get rid of something they don't see. The sword is pulled, the rock is broken and the sword finds a new wielder. The rock however when fractured is a hole that is available for water to seep in deep. Minerals settle into the crack, time and pressure turns the wound into a vein, for love to start a new journey and find a new sword. The love is fractured through betrayal, loss, distance and misunderstanding. Who else could wield the sword but the rock itself. The crack allows vulnerability and pain seeps deep where no pain has ever reached before, a pain of solitude and confinement. Time honesty, patients, forgiveness and understanding seeps into the rock like minerals, but what enters doesn't erase the damage. The pain holds it together, a scar becomes visible, sometimes beautiful sometimes stronger, for that the next sword that enters will be stuck and stained in the secretion of a new and better rock stuck to be remade or forged in steel. Close to each other this disillusion often turns the tides of the oceans, creating storms of hurricanes and tsunamis, typhoons with sharks in murky water. The fantasy of love is over what was seen as a sword in diamonds now a stick in mud. Flaws surface and a conflict appears, arguements start and enemies appear where the underwear is left somewhere, the panties are left with the candies. "To grow or retreat, to run or to hide, there is no rebound to keep what I retain, now I am lonely. How do I practice when there's no one to listen to what I have to say?"
This isn't what was foreseen, to give up a first love. This wasn't what was prophecized to have a true love. Is fantasy a reality or is reality fantasy. In a forest of mirrors, the lovers who seem mad see the truths in every reflection, while the calm hearts are lost chasing their own image. Affection that seems impossible shapes reality and reality that feels certain melts like a fleeting fantasy. In this world, what is imagined breathes and what breathes is imagined, and only those that breathe and embrace the chaos of love can see themselves and each other clearly.
In order to love and understand is to find the person who is what your looking for and who is not what you imagined. The mind plays tricks, it's almost like creating a movie in the mind and realizing it's more than what meets the eye but the effort and purpose of the cause. When chasing a lover, words are nice smooth and calm like water frozen over like a icy pond thick enough to skate on. Even in a smooth relationship ice can chip, the skates can jam, the cruise on the highway was a car accident waiting to happen because the ice just fell, and that smooth ice is now the enemy that is just squeezing every piece of air out of you, because now you can't breath. Stuck under a foggy, cold mirror with only yourself to look at as you drown in the excitement you put yourself in. The world seduced you, the charming glint and roller coaster ride took only a thrill to imagine. The adrenaline makes your heart skip, what was the purpose of this activity is a question that races to the mind. Seduced by words and wordplay, a zigzagged pattern and code like no other striking at your neck with dessert fangs of a python that transcends the mind into a deep coma. The false words that pulled you into a romantic dream captured in a picture and hung low the face of a fool. "The eyes I see in you even the stars bow before you, with your hands in my arms I carry your heart through storms of fire and shadow because in this world and no other your heart belongs to me. Ours souls dance where time cannot follow and where the dragons rise and the mountains crumble I will find you because you will forever be mine". With those words seduced and captured in the heartbeat of True love the adrenaline of offsprings bring to life a race to start a new. Seduced and puzzled in the words of there's, canned and moved beyond belief a reward and gift is delivered. Diluted by joy and adrenaline and placed in a trance and mind at zero, warmth is something that melts the ice you were plunged into and you are no longer numb. Captured by a single look, charmed by something much stronger than chains, enchanted and xanned in ecstasy of emotions your drawned into the car. One brush of there hands was a spell woven by kisses and massages. Every step of the way his words pulsed vividly in your head melting in your mouth like buttered caramel and chocolate ice cream on Christmas Day. Entangled in the sheets on your covers a bedroom turned jungle with tropical sounds of rains forest and tornadoes and a odd potatoe. Awoken the next morning to exclamation marks of question marks no one was laying in the same bed. Everything was going so right, everything was going so smooth, but anger arises. The wordplay was emmaculate the face was so charming and beautiful and yet it felt as nothing happened. Love is compassion filled with emotions of trust and the loyalty of friends ships. The day ones residing were never ones thought to be lovers. Passion stabilizes into love, not greed, not lust, nor envy or pride. The ones chosen everyday that always sticks around ugly and poor, rich and wealthy holds a status that compromises all, sometimes a illusion becomes a reality. A childish game romance can be, to be seduced by mere words no action, wealth and occupation, a provider. Things to be considerate in open-minds creates confusion, but everyone loves a mind game. To mature in love is acceptance without possession, independence within unity, respect gratitude and a shared meaning. "I love you for who you are, and what's not given to me". Love can be bought, love can be provided, love can be seduced, charmed and free-spoken. When someone uses words to chase after a object, a go-getter and business person, what are they after. Rewards, power, family, connections or just a companion to say they aren't alone. Someone can use there words like a lawyer to get what they want to prove a point and get the money and leave without a trace to be tracked. The ones that are quiet, that watch, that filter, that don't talk, sees what a person is truly about. Enduring love and finding something that is relatable in questions and curiosity that can hypothetical or literally kill a cat. If someone ask questions about you and doesn't reciprocate they don't care about you. Prying into someone that loves asking questions without receiving questions back is completely one-sided and awkward. Do they care or are they harassing to get some ass? Seducing and talking into some ass or some humps is a form of harrassment. Bothering someone through words just for a lustful moment of intamacy, for a one night stand or to prove to be the best actor on the stage, a concert or theater that takes months to find out that the actor was fake. Asking if it was all true to be lies. A boring person could be a safe person, let's go make a movie and add some spice. Something already made is a spoiled fruit; a sour patch kid. The life of a loner is a quiet person. There must be something wrong with that, they don't talk or harass they don't even chase any ass. Ever Hurd of closed mouth don't get fed, we'll loose lips sink ships, and a whirlpool just swallowed one but there was a life boat.