To love is to accept pain, faith, disappointment, wonderment, grief, mirth,heartache, joy, sorrow, and comfort. To do so, unconditionally, is to fly in the face of the sun.
I have loved you with all of who I am. All sides. The most innocent, the most jaded. The most feral, the most logical. I rejoice the day you came back into my life. I regret the day you came back into my life. You will be with me, always, as I breathe, whether I wish you to be there or no.
I can not live in a cage, sweetness. Not inside someone else’s fear. Never again. Nor can I ever ask that of someone else. I do not wish that pain on anyone. That is the part you forgot. I could *never* ask that of someone else, in any context of that thought. Read into that what you will because I will never control you or your thoughts that way. I won’t make choices for you and someday, maybe, you’ll get that not making a choice *is* a choice.
Sunshine, honey, cinnamon, and freedom. It was always that simple. There wasn’t anything *to* read into.
I can only hope, that someday, your heart will heal enough. For now, mine will remain dark. I wish you joy.