She stood there on the precipice of change, not knowing which path
for her heart to follow. It would be so easy for her to shrink
within herself and go running back to those familiar arms, those
arms that held her close under the cloud of night. Once upon a time
she loved that boy and he loved her back. It was so easy for her to
stare into the abyss of his soul, those bourbon honey eyes held
such promise and hope that she fell like any silly girl would do.
It was natural, as natural as it was to breathe, he was her oxygen
and she was his breath of life and somewhere along the way they
became entwined in an endless spiral of hopelessness and unseen
But a dream was all it had turned out to be, no matter how many
kisses he bestowed gently upon her forehead or the limitless number
of times he whispered into her ear the lingering of broken promises
they all lead up to one final realization, he could never truly be
To love is to give away one’s self completely, no second guessing
or shying away your devotion, you jump head first into the endless
void and trust the other will catch you; but how could he catch her
with one hand lost in the dark, making way to another?
The loss of true love is cruel and unkind, twisted and wrong. It
had left her broken and lost for so long leaving her in a desolate
wasteland shut out in the dark. She was meant to wander for all
eternity searching for a love that would never be, that was his
final gift to her and for a moment he had almost succeeded.
One moment was all it took for her to remember why she had fallen
for love in the first place, the tickling of butterflies that
gathered in her stomach and the subtly soft glow of pink on her
cheeks. Happiness and acceptance was what started it all. It was
the beginning of her story and not the end. One boy would never
define her, no matter how great of a love it had been. She felt
lost for so long searching for the boy who could promise her the
moon and the stars when all she truly wanted was a boy who could
promise to lie down under the murky midnight solitude and watch
them with her hand in hand. Love wasn’t lost; it was hidden away
like the bright freckling of stars that danced in the evening sky.
Love may be blind but it will never leave us, it stays hidden away
in plain sight so that one day we can find it again.