A wise man once said that if you fall in love with two people, go with the second; if the first was right for you, your heart wouldn't have found the second(In case anyone was wondering, that wise man was Johnny Depp.)
All respect to Mr. Depp, but I think that's bullshit. The soul has many pieces. Is it so strange to think that different pieces could find different people to attach to?
The old love has proven the test of time. No matter what sort of shenanigans he gets up to, I find myself unable to stop loving him, even with all the worldly advice to the contrary. He is dependable, he is known. Safe.
The new love inspires, delights. With him, I feel like someone really, truly knows me. We're fused somewhere deep and unshakable. He's the first spring day after a long, bitter winter. But this is a love that came on so fast and so strong that I am terrified to lose it or let it go any further.
Choosing between the tried and true or fresh and new is difficult. And painful. And frightening. It's not as clear cut as Mr. Depp would lead you to believe. But in the end, I think my choice is already being formed; the one that makes me feel like I've come home.
