Fearfully, my love for him began...

We would drive ourselves crazy trying to understand it. I think we would literally go delirious trying to calculate the time it takes to love, the ways in which to love correctly, cautiously, the buttons not to push, the walls to climb, the ones to break, salvage, rebuild. We can never know its ins, its outs, the questions to ask, the ones not to ask, the seen, and the unseen. Love is everything we see, everything we breathe. We hate one thing because we love another. Love is complex because it is so simple. Love is loud. Love is insane. Love is tasteful yet love is bitter. Love is..He and I. Let me show you.


I had every reason to walk away. And he had every reason to let me walk away. Even when he should've pushed me away, he didn't. He forced to compress me into his world, a world already too dense for even the ones who were already placed there. Ashamed of how I felt, I hated me for letting this happen. How dare me fall for this man who shouldnt have been meant for me. Oh but he was. Because behind that wall, that cloudy sky that showed signs of rain and hail, that hot surface screaming don't touch......... there he was... the man not of my dreams.

My dreams had failed me. Not even my dreams could paint a portrait so vivid and so beautiful. This canvas was undeniably mine. So fearfully my love for him began..