"Love is a promise, love is a souvenir,
once given never forgotten, never let it disappear."
-John Lennon
I thought I had found love once, who's to say I didn't? In all honesty, I'm confused on what my time with Jake might be called. Endless devotion on my side, hopeless idiocy on his? No, I can't say that, for it would be the least true of all of this. Jake and I, were happy. I have no doubt that he loved me. Although I'm starting to base my belief in the fact that our love was more infatuation. Instead of pure love, however pure love is so hard to discover, you have it has a child and is suddenly slips away sometime during sleep. The pure love of a child leaves when the child looses hope, and dreams. When a child forgets what it's like to be a child. When a child grows up.
I myself, can't remember what it was like to be a child. Jake knew far too much
of being a child. Or so his actions spoke --more of an intense yelling-- to me.
So perhaps we were destined to fail for this very reason. Although did we really fail? No, I don't believe we did. Someone once told me, if you learn something, it was never wasted.
I learned so many things from Jake Mason. [insert last name here]. He taught me to love again. As over-used as that sounds, I can't stop it from being true. He introduced me to one of my best friends. My time with him was never a waste. We shall not be deemed a failure in the heavens. Or even on this green orb we call earth. Jake and I, taught one another something about life, love, and each other.
I no longer love Jake with the same infatuation, I once did. I do love him though. My love for him has bloomed into something one would deem, brotherly affection. I can talk him about my current love interests and not be ashamed. He can talk to me of the same. He is my friend, and I am his. I'm protective over him, and he is over me. Because I care about him.
[which is why I'm not exactly eager to tell him that I cracked my skull.]
