Emma tells the scary truth. |
"I have a secret..." Those words weren't easy to type. My name is Emma. I live for the arts although I don't really know which art form is really mine. I can watch the moon and the stars for hours. All alone in total silence. I drink soda out of coffee cups and I take pictures of old couples holding hands. Those are the cute things. My name is Emma. I've had three serious relationships. Looking back on them I'm not sure I really loved any of them. I've broken up with two men and I let one good relationship get crushed to pieces. Before all this there was another man. He med me nervous. Made me laugh. Made me cry. We were never a couple. Because of that he never got to break up with me. Never the less, my heart got broken and sometimes I wonder if it's even fixable. Those are the sad things. My name is Emma. I'm not sure I believe in marriage, monogamy or "the one". I've broken hearts. I don't let anyone get too close. I don't have single friend that knows everything about me. I push people away so that they don't get the opportunity to hurt me. I run. Those are the ugly truth of things. My name is Emma. I find the world a place of uncertainty. Love, a game with rules I struggle to follow. Life, a mystery that can't be solved. I try not to show it, but I'm a hopeless romantic. I find love in so many things. In the arts, the movies, the music and in nature. I met someone and I saw a glimpse of love. He makes me nervous. He makes me laugh and sometimes cry, but never intentionally. I watch pictures of his smiling face when I haven't seen him for a while. I like him. Those are the scary things. "What's your secret?" I don't know how to do this I'm scared to death! I don't know what to do! My name is Emma. "I miss you...." |