I wish I could be brave. I wish I could tell the whole world about God and how amazing it is to have found God.
But I need to figure out why I feel like I have to share this with everyone.
I’m afraid. Terrified.
I’m really really scared of what will happen if I let go of the essence of us.
You and me.
All the emotions and memories,
songs and thoughts,
secrets and kisses,
truth and hurt,
attached to us.
What will happen?
Who will I be?
How will my story be told?
Will I forget about everything that makes my life so beautiful?
Won’t I loose myself?
Loose contact with the ground, end up in total chaos?
If I’m without you, without what we used to be, who am I?
Just like air, compact nothingness.
I love you. But I can’t have your heart.
And all the love in the world won’t put us together.
We’re meant not to be.
The pain. What would you and I be without it?
We’re a tragedy.
Two people who will love each other beyond the end of time.
Two people forever torn apart.
The pain. I wouldn’t want to live without it.