The Forgotten

I used to think love was the most important part of life. I thought that if I loved someone and they loved me, everything else didn’t matter. By the time I became a teenager I spent more time focusing on loving than living. I thought love was life. Countless boys later I was heartbroken and looking for more; because how could I exist without love? Love was breathing, love was life. Then one day there was a girl. a glimpse across the work shop table. a hand brushed against mine. the first time you let me ride in your car, we ended up in an empty parking lot. I had physio therapy and you had only eyes for me. Your eyes on me led to your lips on mine. that kiss turned into more car rides and more car rides led to more kisses. I couldn’t get enough, I thought I finally knew what love was. But you were older and I was naive. I wanted more and you couldn’t tell anyone. Lust turned into love and love turned into heartbreak. But I never learned my lesson. There was always another girl, another lust, another love, another heartbreak.