Thursday, 11 October 2018

love & loss


You tell me about the stars. 
About how they are dead, burned out, but light years away, 
they are still alive, lighting up the night sky. 
And I don't understand this, but it's okay. 
Sometimes not understanding something adds to its magic.

& I want to tell you that you are all of the stars in my sky. That you light up my darkness. That you scare my fears away.

But I don't. 
It's too soon and I don't trust my mouth not to make a mess of this.

What I also don't tell you is that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before, that what I feel for you is so strong, so deep, so overwhelming, that it scares me, that it's a feeling I would feel
even if you were
halfway around the world,
light years away.

I will tell you this though.
When love has stopped being a feeling,
when love requires sweat and tears and sacrifice,
when love becomes a choice,
 I will choose you.

Over and over again, even when the light years come and go, 
I will choose you. 

I hope you choose me too.