she sat by me, her head hung low.
i looked down at my feet trying to think of something smart to say; something funny, something comforting, something sufficient.
i came up with nothing.
all i could do was offer my hands for her to hold.
she looked up at me and spoke of the girl she’d found three years ago, the girl of her dreams.
she couldnt understand the reason they were arguing so often now. she felt like her entire world was crashing down around her and as i put a supporting arm around her shivering body, she collapsed into my lap.
i held her face up to mine and tried the best i could :
“love is meant to hurt.
if it doesnt, youre not working hard enough for it.
love is meant to make you feel like youre freefalling without a parachute.
if it doesnt, youre not experiencing anything life has to offer.
love is in the girl i fell in love with three years ago, the one who’s crying in my lap. it is the reason i sit here, fighting off the fact that this may all end in the next thirty seconds.
love is letting you go, if it means sacrificing my own happiness for yours.
it is the purpose, the drive and ultimately, the destination, which is you.
arguing is taking love in all its glory and shutting it down for awhile. because we know that once it is over, we will rebuild it bigger than anything this world has ever seen.
the soreness of it all, the victory after the downfall.
the reason we fight for everything we believe in, that little spark that’s set off when you see a rainbow, the feeling of waking up next to you, the touch of your skin on mine, the sound of your laughter; the inspiration, the motivation, the will to keep going.
love for me, is you.”
sitting up, she reached over to wipe the tear of passion off my face.
and with a renewed faith in everything we have, we begin again, at the beginning, at the end.
for love has no boundaries and it knows no limits, space or time.