I see the tear form; A dark alley, empty streets, traffic lights blinking from red to yellow to green, there is not one car in sight, but I am walking alone trying to find the answers.
The tear drops and it feels like rain. But that's when the rain begins to fall and nourished the grief-stricken self I have become.
I know it was a move from the heart, but my heart is at tug-of-war having to deal with the consequences. Does this ever get easier, does love ever get easier? You are supposed to feel it once it is right. You should know when you are in love because nothing can ever be right unless you have that person. I want to find that true love so I can discover meaning.
The tear forms again and I see the world in black and white. The smoky air and mist envelops my vision as I think about the meaning of love: you can look to others for help but love is not meant to be copied; it is made on its own until the splendor fills the void.
I wipe the freezing cold tear from my face and realize that I have lived and loved which is a gift. Through the pain of a break-up to the pain of fighting for the one you love, you have discovered the meaning of longing. It hurts, but it is worth every ounce of pain.
I think I'm in love with love, and it scares me.
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