The earth split in two beneath my feet and I just wanted to be a part of the spirit world for the longest time. I wondered why I lived, while the love of my life had to pass away.
Ours was a fairytale romance, with a nightmarish ending. I didn't see that coming. I've changed irrevocably as a person.
I take nothing for granted. I'm even more vocal about my feelings, and the fire in my belly just grew larger to survive and thrive.
That being said, I've become very suspicious about happiness. I keep wondering whether it's short lived and I'm always ready with my long winding goodbye speeches.
While death is painful and downright shitty, it also teaches you that your heart is as large as your stomach, an endless pit of love.
Therefore, all is not lost. Love guided me once and it continues to do so. To quote from my favourite love story, The Beauty and the Beast, "Love doesn't have to be perfect, it just needs to be true."
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