It all started when that song came on the radio. Rascall Flatts always takes me back. There must be magic in those keys, and that harmony seems to entrap me. I find myself remembering those days when I loved deeply and was deeply loved. Then my heart starts to ache because there is quite some distance between then and today. I am not the same girl; I’ve never felt the same. The most intoxicating memories are those that start so sweet but have a bitter ending. Tonight its all of the little things I miss like wearing his hoodie, dancing in the kitchen instead of doing the dishes, and sitting on the edge of a dock praying that maybe, just maybe, time would stop. To have felt all of that and each time it was wrong, I can’t even fathom how enrapturing love will be when I find it truly. I will most likely take off running should I ever see it coming. So Love, you must come softly or swiftly. Softly to ease my hardened heart and swiftly to steal it away because I would never risk again what led me to feel such pain. Not today, not even tomorrow- someday in the future, love will cover all sorrow.