If I fall in love for the third time, I pray it will be the last…
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When I was young, I had my first great love. He was this tall, fair skinned guy whose eyes disappear every time he laughs. I fell in love with the way his lips curve into a smile; with that mischievous smirk when he’s fooling around; with those huge arms that once made me feel safe and secured. I watched as my young heart broke into pieces with his sweet, sugarcoated lies and half-baked promises. He was my first great heartbreak, I never thought I’d survive.
With all my guards up, I met my second love. His curly hair reminds me so much of the beach; his warmth, of the sunlight. Through him, I learned that I could love again; this time, selflessly. It wasn’t all fireworks, it wasn’t all butterflies, but it was the love that calmed me down. It was the kind of love that I needed. What I would’ve given for it to last.
So I pray, in all earnest, that If I do fall in love the third time, please, let it be the love that would last.
