I could see how easy it would be to fall for him. It would be exactly like falling – effortless. Not letting myself love him was the opposite of falling, it was pulling myself up a cliff face, hand over hand, the task as gruelling as if I had no more than a strength of an ant. I remembered how he found me drowning in my very own agony, and how he banished me from all sorrows and anguish. He drew the curtains and drove lightning into the chambers of my heart. He let the prettiest drops of rain that fell from the heavens above topple all over them one by one. Time came to a stand-still, allowing us to draw a portrait of our hearts entwined as one. & everything was beautiful again.
Happy 27th, love. 🙂