“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.”
― Sophocles
My leaving, in mind and body, hurt. It hurt me, it hurt my lover... it caused both he and I to question ...well, everything. Neither of us is particularly good at sharing our emotions, especially if they are painful ones. He was scared I wasn't coming back, and I was scared he would stop loving me, and neither of us was really talking about it.
I was working on this piece, didn't really know where I was going with it, when he texted me.
He texted me a poem, a beautiful poem... In it, he compares himself to an oak tree: solid, strong, and inherently rooted. Myself he likened to a bird: flighty and indecisive, but free. He invites me home, to him, in his tree. Together, our dichotomy creates a Symphony.
That word is love.”
― Sophocles
My leaving, in mind and body, hurt. It hurt me, it hurt my lover... it caused both he and I to question ...well, everything. Neither of us is particularly good at sharing our emotions, especially if they are painful ones. He was scared I wasn't coming back, and I was scared he would stop loving me, and neither of us was really talking about it.
I was working on this piece, didn't really know where I was going with it, when he texted me.
He texted me a poem, a beautiful poem... In it, he compares himself to an oak tree: solid, strong, and inherently rooted. Myself he likened to a bird: flighty and indecisive, but free. He invites me home, to him, in his tree. Together, our dichotomy creates a Symphony.
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