But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
...But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died/I told you I wanted more-but that not what I had in mind/I just want it like before/We were dancin' all night/Then they took you away- stole you out of my life/You just need to remember...
I will love you till the end of time/I would wait a million years/Promise you'll remember that you're mine/Baby can you see through the tears?/Love you more/Than those bitches before/Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember/I will love you till the end of time
There's so much power in story-telling, especially through music. By sharing your own, singular, unique experience, you have the power to connect to so many. You may feel like you're the only person in the whole world going through whatever you're experiencing, but as it turns out, you're just like everybody else. Everyone goes through a break up, everyone loses someone they love--a boyfriend, a family member, a close friend...someone. You hear a song on the radio that describes EXACTLY what you're feeling and going through, and somehow, along with the possible hundreds, thousands of people who have heard that song, you make it your own. It's the memories that you keep with you that make your story unique from the old-time story of love that was lost.
I still remember exactly how everything began. I can describe every scene as if it was a couple of weeks ago. And as I remember those times, I can also pinpoint and recall the moments that may have led to the state that I'm in right now. I've had a lot of time to think, now that I've distanced myself from the world that I could boldly say was mine. The separation wasn't intentional, as it was the only way I could cope with the blow that I took from the moment "we" turned into "just me." I'm definitely not the same person that I was, and in a way it's a good thing. I loved unconditionally, and I don't know if I can love that way for a while. But what I do know is that I've learned my lesson on love and who to give my heart away to. For three years I loved like he was the last, not realizing that I wouldn't be his last. The same thing happened when I was younger--I held back at the beginning because I was unsure, and when I finally let go, he lost interest. Now that it's happened twice, I'm beginning to see that I've been opening up to the wrong guys. Don't get me wrong, though, because I don't regret anything. I can still say that I'm thankful to God for those three years, because he truly was my best friend. But that's what I get for following my heart and not my head.
True love is a thing of mystery, and I can say that it comes from God. I think what we had was true love, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. He will always mean something special to me, because it was true and honest. But, that was the past, and that's where it shall remain. From now on it's about me and God. I know I've said that before, but new findings have led to me to embrace that. I know that God is preparing me to do something great, and somewhere out there is the one that God has for me. Whether he's ready or not, one day he'll be mine and I'll be his. Until then, I will continue to wait on the Lord, seeking Him as He guides and strengthens me. I truly, really just want to worship. I haven't felt this urge to do so since before the breakup. Something inside of me is longing to fly and soar and just be free, getting lost in the music as my praises reach the throne of the almighty Creator. I feel the passion stirring up inside of me, and I need to let it out. Hopefully God can direct me to an outlet. God, have Your way in me. I'm all yours...here I am!
