I have yet to learn to be steady as the Northern Star, of a small but bright light against the veil of the dark. I have only ever known to burn with such intensity that all other stars pale in comparison.
Our paths once crossed. They ran parallel, crisscrossing and intertwining, even merging together like when a wave joins the ocean again. But somewhere along the roaring wave, it broke; it fell apart, and we grew apart.
Those moments are the ones that get to me. The ones that I don’t remember everyday, yet once I do, I question how they, how you ever escaped my memory.
If we realize the beauty of transience, we lose a bit of that fear, we put our brave faces on and we make choices that allow us to live in the present.
The first cut was fine. The first cut was welcomed with anticipation, with elation, with adrenaline. I loved the first cut. I knew I would heal – sure, it’d leave a mark but I would be fine. But the first cut never really healed.
The quiet shadow of you seeped under my window panes and found its way to the corner of my room, and before I knew it, I inadvertently gave you the permit to stay there, to build your own little space in my heart.
I want to fall head over heels, fall so passionately and deeply in love that I don’t know what’s happening.