eros the bittersweet

aftermath

i argue with my own thoughts - on what i could have missed to make you feel that you fuel everything that urges me to write. ever since the onset of this being we call 'us.' actually, this has been the truth long before we even began.

and after ages of tears and hurt and misunderstanding, i stand here, ready to prove you the inevitable and plausible. there hasn't been any other truth in my life, save you.

though i know i have disappointed one time too many, here is what i offer - an aftermath of failure - which is the certainty to be with you, to show you that i can learn, to show you that i will try my hardest every day to be worthy of the love you have given me.

to be worthy of the things you have revealed only to me. i know that we have histories to overcome and a different set of truths - as we have existed before this lifetime - but it never will negate the truths we will discover together, long as we keep treading the same path and as long as we decide to remain in this.

we are in the middle of a fire and i will not let go of your hand. i will endure all these with you, even when some have lost its meaning and some just feel futile. as long as you allow me to be with you i will never stop trying to be better. so i hope you never will tire of being patient and forgiving.

and we both never will stop loving, or believing in the love we hold for each other, even when things are too painful to comprehend sometimes. everything is a choice - to linger, to remain, to withstand. and we wrestle with that option - to walk away or to stay. and when i long have accepted i fall short on so many other things, i have always been resolute in loving you and taking care of you. i always have been desirous in giving all i could to be with you for a lifetime.

i no longer surprise myself, when each and every time i feel like i have stumbled upon what seemed to be an impasse, i find more and more reason to keep pushing and loving you all the more. because with you i know i can never be empty.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.