I have concluded that my life is absolutely dominated by the meaning of love or maybe it's the feeling. Not just romantically but every form of love there is to exist. The warmth, and need for love constantly draws me to believe that I can't function without it. I struggled with the meaning of love for years. The confusion I faced in my relationships always made me question the validity of my definition of love. I used to hear that you can't define love but what if there was a more straight-forward definition that most of us overlook. 1 Corinthians 13:1-8 says, " Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." What if we were to cultivate these traits within ourselves? I think doing tha...
The surge of unknowing that dwells deep within my spirit as I try to assure myself that I am making the right decision in choosing you. The hurt and pain that follow, and choosing to love again. Choosing to open myself again to the torture of emotions and all the feelings that come with the desperation of being and falling in love. I have told myself over and over that my love is not something to be withheld, yet I scare myself with how deeply I love and how easily I choose to love. Sometimes, I wonder if it is a bad thing the way I will continually forgive all the past hurts and pains that I have put myself through, all in the name of love. What I do isn't only for me but for the one I love. The mixture of confusion and assurance that sits inside me and causes chaos always seems to greet me when I've decided to fully commit myself to loving another. What do I do with the words that I haven't said and the words that I still wish to say? What do I do with all the pain and hu...
I think the irrevocable knowledge of the fact that you will never be mine again really seems to be making a rather frequent visit to my mind. There are days where I go without thinking about us. And then there are days when all I can think about is you. They say it heals with time, but it's been almost half a year and well as hurt as I may be that you chose to live a life without me, I still have to find solace in the fact that we existed. That at one point in our lives we met and we had something beautiful. I still look for you in everything and everywhere I go and I guess, I still need time to grieve. I've been reflecting, healing, growing, fighting, living, trying, holding on, loving, dreaming, eating, working, and feeling. I've been feeling the effects of your absence and growing out of the attachment/bond that we had created. I've been trying to let go of the words that held me back. All the "I love you" and the "I promise". It's been hard b...
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