In all the ways that love so beautifully just is, is also pain, regret, heartache, strife, fear, and loss. In the place where love resides, so may emptiness and hatred. Sadly, there is no statistical guarantee that our warm hearts do not turn icy in response to heartbreak and other earthly grievances. It is vital and life-dependent to ensure that our love for one another not wither away. Never ever. Love makes life worth living. Love is the only catastrophic and peaceful ensemble that there is. Meaning, that while love may make one feel helpless and out of control, love may also make one feel a comforting sense of security and hopefulness. All at once. Those who believe in love are fortunate, while those who don't or don't any longer, are less fortunate; but less naive as well. How would I know..? Coming from the once so innocent, child-like, and happy-go-lucky girl, it's true, that I too, have had my heart broken by a boy who I used to believe, could and would walk through the burning ambers of fire for me. I loved him so. With every single once of semblance that I had inside of me. Even more than my entire being could truly fathom. We created the most beautiful, angelic, God-perfected child that could possibly grace this undeserving earth. The whole of our love for one another. Two halves of one precious, perfect whole. She is the truest definition of love, itself. She is loved by him and I more than words. She is my sweet girl, my warm sun on a cold, rainy day. And he was my stars and my moon on a dull, cloudy night. He was and will always be the one who will never exit my heart and my mind. My soulmate, if you will. We have loved and we have fought. But in those small, special, so seemingly meaningless moments together, we grew to love each other more deeply and more passionately than either of us ever expected. Simple mistakes and hardships drove us apart. But I know, still, in the deepest, darkest, most fragile cornerstones and untouched depths of our tender hearts, will always be a longing, burning, and undying yearning for one another where no other 'love' could ever dream to habituate. We were a masterpiece. Or so, I thought.
So, yes. We have reached the ending of our story for now, it seems. But the truth is, at least for me, that the true ending of our story is non-existent. Because true love never dies, even when the relationships do.
I love you, p. Always and forever.
- J