The Lost Plum…

I wanted to fall in love last night! I wanted to be swept up and let out a *sigh*. I wanted my pupils to get wider, my mouth to water, shockwaves to run threw my brain, and I wanted to want more. But I opened my heart and it got eaten alive!

All of us regardless of relationship status have a “love”. It’s that thing we do, that thing we crave, that thing we enjoy, and ultimately that passion we adore.

It could be shoes, video games, swings, Scotland, baseball. It can be anything really.  We all love something! Love doesn’t always have to be a person.  (It also shouldn’t be buildings, people who marry building creep the fuck out of me, that just aint right!)

My first REAL love, and the love I always throw myself back at when times are bad, or good, or in general free. (oh free time, I miss thee) My love is theatre! Oh the the-a-tre! It’s always had my back, it’s taken me on adventures and shaped my mind in ways I can’t explain.

It has let me laugh, and laugh harder, it has introduced me to lovers, and friends, and real friends. It brought me to this city, and it has my heart forever.

But like all relationships, I let my guard down. I get excited, and I crave for something magical to happen. And what really happens is I get slapped in the face! I get ripped a part.

And I walk out of a Broadway theatre at intermission feeling cheated and used.

All relationships can let you down; can make your heart ache. Everything and everyone you love will make you question why at some point.  I guess that is the point of this post. In fact, I don’t really know what the point of this post is. Except that no matter what love hurts.  But we always throw are selves back into. We are always keeping the faith!

So just like in the theatre I keep the faith in love (between two people). I guess we’ll just have to see how that works out.