‘thon [16] – a love so raw it bleeds

the ineffable ms. [smug] wanted something raw about love for her content control. I hope I got it with this one. but I may be revisiting the topic either way. there are 32 more entries ahead, anyway.

love gets a bad rap a lot of times.

it wasn’t love that tied my insides in knots and relentlessly attacked them with butterfly flutters. it wasn’t love that kept me awake at night, fielding the what-if’s. it wasn’t love that hurt when it didn’t quite go as planned.

love is what caused me to see all his goodness and made me willing to overlook the less than stellar qualities. not because I thought I could change him, but because love will cover a multitude of sins. love made me want to sink into his pores and bring every drop of good that existed in him to the surface for him to see. love made me want to wrap around him like a warm blanket, to do the double duty of shielding and nurturing.

and it was love that kept me from pushing for all of that and then some. not out of fear or hesitation. it was because pushing for that, with him, at that time, wouldn’t have been love. for either one of us.

some might call it love unrequited. or love that failed to blossom. I prefer to think of it as love faced with an opportunity to change. and that’s what it turned out to be.