I got too much love, running through my veins, going to waste*

I remembered a comment he had made when things were at the end.  "At least they have some kind of spark, unlike us."

I thought about that on the way to the train.  My heels made a satisfying clunk, clunk, clunk on the sidewalk as I walked. 

I had said, "You can't tell me your parents feel exactly the same way about each other as they did when they got married.  Love changes."  I know that's how it went, because I just re-read the emails.  I wonder when I'll delete them.

Clunk, clunk, clunk:  I can't imagine what else but a spark would make me impulsively marry someone within a week of being asked. 

Clunk, clunk, clunk: Paperwork. 

I didn't care about a dress.  I didn't care about a bouquet.  I didn't care about having my hair done.  I didn't care about a cake.  Kellie cared.  Kellie made sure I had those things.   

I'll never say it meant nothing, but I think I will concede this point.  Perhaps they did have some kind of spark.  Unlike us.

Now I have a spark in my hand.  This spark acts differently; I'm a little bit afraid of it.  Probably, that's exactly how I should feel about fire.

* Feel

2 thoughts on “I got too much love, running through my veins, going to waste*

  1. Spark + hope + a promise = leap of faith
    I took that leap too and it was splat-tastic. But we pick ourselves up and continue marching forward.
    I’ve got your back sister friend.

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