She was in love, a love words cannot describe, a love you only feel once. At some point she decided she only wanted to live if it was by your side, you were everything that mattered, you were every wish, every reason, every second. She was me, a past version of me.
It was a long fall down when all those feelings were thrown away and just as promised, yes, that version of me died. She died waiting for a message that never came, for a sign, for a word… She died waiting for your love while she gave it all to you… She gave herself to you.
She really could only imagine a future with you or no future at all. When she went away all that was left was a broken heart, a confused mind, no one left to pick up the pieces and yet I found something I didn’t expect, it was a feeling of fullfiment, of having no regrets.
She did what I know every version of me would do again over and over, she gave it all to the one she loved. That’s just love to me, the only way I want to do it. Purely, intensely, never holding back. It is something so precious to me it’d be a shame to hold it back out of fear of being hurt again.
That truly is the best way to love.
The only way I love.