Monday, March 19, 2012

There are many things that I never really understood.

I thought I knew.

What I would do.
What I would feel.

I thought that unconditional love was, in fact, unconditional
To a person. To a lover. That you love for all the flaws and the bits and pieces.

I didn't think that it was more.
More than just the matters of the heart. More than anyone has ever told. No one told me that it was so hard. So difficult to the point of pulling one into the derision of disappointed hopes and dreams. No one told me that it can sometimes be more than whole. That even the in-between bits are mere microscopic matters.

I was never prepared for this.

For more than just me.

More than just us.

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