You long for it to take your life, drown you in a pool of unconsciousness, for the pain to end. But it holds its own, becoming a permanent part of you, a wound that refuses to heal.
True love never restricts. It’s the anchor to a ship, as much as it’s the wings to a bird. It’s the implicit trust that leaves no room for insecurities. It understands that sometimes separation is inevitable, and it patiently waits. It’s when the journey takes precedence over the destination.