Glass

You speak

With a childish wonder

Not child-like, mind you

Childish

Dreams

Shatter

A world of glass

A bubble of existence

G o n e

In a moment of

Clarity

Never understand what something is

Until you realize what it is not

Your definition

Does not define 

the tr u t h

But rather

It defines

The illusions of youth

Youthful clarity

And youthful illusions

Contradict, contrast

Blend themselves to get her

Until you cannot untangle

O n e

from

the

other

But when the illusions s h   a t t er

(and they always do,)

You will see

So clearly

The cracks

In

The

G l a  s           s

that summer will always belong to you

This has been a long time coming.

This time last year. Who knew that music would take me back there so easily? I heard that song, and it, combined with these late summer nights, has reminded me just why it all happened in the first place. But this time, I'm not bitter over it.

Because yes, I remember those nights. I remember that one night, and suddenly those memories feel like they were yesterday.  

Every time I listen to Tonight by FM Static, I still want to cry; just like the first time I heard it.

Love Me Like That. This Moment. Prove You Wrong. By Your Side. Crush. Good to You. Because you were so good to me, even though I didn't deserve it.

It was only a summer; fleeting moments; snippets of memory that resurface here and there when that song comes on. But I'm only realizing now that it wasn't a mistake; it was a lesson learned. And I'm just beginning to realize now that I don't regret it. Not anymore. I just might cherish it.

We're exactly where we're supposed to be. But don't think that I forgot about you, because I never will, even though at one point I tried to. And I'm sure you did the same.

I just wanted to say thank you for the memories. 

And finally, finally, finally: I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry.

Perfect? What's that?

Take a step back from dreaming, let's evaluate a bit.

I don't believe that you'll ever find perfection on Earth.

I only ever believe that there's One who's perfect, and He can't be found on Earth. I could never ask for perfection from anyone else, because I know that I cannot find it in myself. We're flawed, imperfect humans beings and we can only create flawed, imperfect things--like imperfect love. But beauty is about finding perfection in the imperfect. It's not settling for less, it's simply settling for the best that you're ever going to find. And isn't that enough?

Of course, that's no excuse to not strive for the best--but one has to realize that when they have something as good as it is going to get, they shouldn't drop it for some dream that doesn't exist on Earth. To find perfect, you're going to have to look outside of humanity.

We're not perfect; we never will be, and it's awfully arrogant for anyone to believe that they could ask impossible standards of others that they themselves could never meet.

There's no such thing as the "impossible", because everything is possible through Him. But that doesn't mean that it will happen.