Summer Fling No Wedding Ring

This has been a cold summer in my home town not really being able to tell the seasons apart, but I guess if you have him <-----around, you either stay too cold or too hot. Summer has always rehearsed a new fling, new birth or beginning of a relationship but no one ever knows its ending until the days grow colder and there are no more calls, texts, tweets or walks in the park. With all the "latest", all out loud relationship information floating around who doesn't know the game, how to play it or even know if anyone is being original anymore.

So you meet, have a couple of dates, travel, talk text, talk, text, share! No, not that! but wonder if, "we would`a, should`a, could`a", or you find out what looks good in person is not the look on paper. Everyone has made a wrong decision and even with the best advice you have situations that you ask yourself what was I thinking? on my quest for love. Ultimately its your life and situation so you have to go through "The Experience" Just take the blind fold off. The story you hope for is, "love is grand", it feels so good it comes unexpectedly and forever is the plan. Then BAM! you fall in a maze of what seems like love, tumbling, stumbling, catching each other in a world wind of possibilities, purposes, and perceptions. With the intent of building on some tornado, hurricane, world wind of what seems like love~ A Storm.

We all know what happened with Dorothy, on that yellow brick road it seemed as though her "tornado" journey weathered some horrible events. She possibly had previous visions of life without auntie` Em and her uncle Henry. And those visions sent her faraway within a dream warning her about the storms she'd encounter without them. Escaping only to search for what she had all along safe sound asleep at home.

Why do we seek outside of our beliefs wanting what we already have within us? Unless we don't know its there and we are depending upon some stranger to complete us. Are we love bound with know direction, driving around hands off the wheel ~screaming just take my hand, I want to go to the alter, where is my ring? I was prepared to tell a ~LOVE IS GRAND! SHE GOT THE RING story, sure love is grand but if its going to end in some no alert weather telling storm story then who needs its history, or even want to take part in it.

With no warning, seemingly, the day comes love is not the case and it hurts, but your preparations, measures , and precautions are imperative in this world wind of any summer fling and if you used those techniques you can still come out on top. Love is in the air, and love is grand just wait, don't try and catch it, its impossible! just stay true to "you" and treasure that which is with in. With that in mind stay cautious to the wind of the winter blizzard its coming soon!