Dear Love, I have been hurt a lot, too much quite frankly. So much, to the point where I feel like ending it all, with a swallow or a cut or a fall. I wish I could erase the lines of my hurt, and make something new out of it. Something bold and beautiful; which I don’t think myself of anymore. But, if I erased the lines the hurt, would I understand the complexity of all that has happened between us? Never, have I felt, all the dust rise off my body and unveil something so spectacular it was scary. Something so real, it seemed unreal. If I could stomp out the flames of my hurt, would I have felt the burn of happiness? A happiness that was so good, it felt bad. I felt, like I could leave it all, and run away with you. Like, I could smile without covering my mouth. Like, I was invincible because you were by my side. Like, I could breathe in the air and have it feel sweet to exhale. Not an exasperated sigh, but one filled with such emotion .I couldn’t contain and it spilt out of me, filling the room with all the love I felt inside. Yes, it was love for me. It was a love so unlike one I’d ever felt that I questioned it every step of the way. In the end I have been hurt, but to have felt that minute of love, I would let all the hurt envelope me in all its pain. If only we could love, one more time, just for a second, I’d do it all again. Believe that.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 11:18:06 +0000