I still remember my surprise when I finally had to pick up the pieces of my heart and take them with me.
“How light it is,” I thought. That love, which seemed so heavy to you, felt as if it could rise up and fly on its own with me. It was then that I finally understood my love was always like this, weightless.
It was you who, each time my love soared, held it back; you who fought against it and hid it. For so long, you made me believe that my love was so heavy, that I was so difficult to love.
In the end, I could see the space my heart could give to you was just too big for you.