This is what happens to those who love me, and force my passion to turn into love:
This is the second time, I messed. I messed with someone who loved me, who made me feel again. I fell in love again, I felt like “that” again. Or maybe I thought I fell in love, even after having lost belief in the matter.
When it happened before, I agreed it was not my fault, and blamed the other half of the relation for the mess. He was, after all, someone I had loved all my life, and someone with whom, I fell out of love so quickly. I lost trust, again, I lost emotions, and I lost hopes. I knew I would never love again. I would stay loyal to only me, and love only me. I was quick to move on, and I had no idea what the other person was going through. Moreover, the distance between us, made our love fall apart. I was stranded and broken. I was heartless, with no emotion.
Until he came along. He took me to those same places, but they looked different. As if I was revisiting after ages, as if I was going there for the first time in my second birth, more beautiful, so different. So much more loving, and compassionate. But I was afraid. Fear was held inside my gut for all this time, and the fear broke loose. I knew I would hurt him. Something made it difficult for me to stay. I felt suffocated and bound even when all he did was keep me free. He knew I was a bird, I was fire. He knew me so well, but I was afraid I would burn him. I was afraid of myself. And so I flew…
He caught my wings and brought me back, but this is what happens to those who love me, and force my passion to turn into love, they burn. And as always, I fly away…..
Now I won’t let this fire touch any love. The fire is only to bring light, and not heat the night.
The last love story of The Word Warrior©