Sound confusing? It is because love is a mystery. No one knows why and who started it and we all fear it will end. I never feared it until my recent mild yet still terrible trials. Somehow I always felt loved and wanted to share it.
Going through the "fire" has solidified this love like iron to steel or coal to a diamond: I feel it even when I'm afraid, feel loathed, nervous, unsure, tired, during the deepest negatives in contrast to my past innocence.
I changed but the love never did.
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