Fuji mum… [explored] (by Lisa!!!)
Fuji mum… [explored] (by Lisa!!!)
Soon.
(Source: drumbledrane)
Do you remember your first love? Not the object or person of your love, but the feeling itself. The innocence. The overwhelming capacity with which you loved. The purity. The behemoth that enveloped every atom of your being. So great was your ability to love that every subsequent affection you’ve attempted to bestow upon an innocent passerby has paled in comparison. Mind you, it has nothing to do with the lover themselves. But you and your ability. The innocence and purity have succumbed to a maturation process in which reality is the much disliked professor.
There are different kinds of love. The aforementioned is only one kind. The kind after that, and there will surely be one, is one in which can only be defined by the person that you are at that point in time, intermingled with the perfect timing in which this person has walked into your life and with a sprinkle of the quirks and smiles of this new lover. People come into our lives for a reason. Resistance to love, simply because of a past mistake, is unfair. Our souls need to be nurtured by one another, even if it is for a definite period of time. Embracing love can only lead to more love returned.