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Just know that I’ve never judged you for your past.”
“You never had to, my love. I judged myself.”
I was destined for this pain. It’s inevitable when one loves too much.
Now. I was able to save you this time.” He gives a solemn smile, taking my hand in his, and I can hardly see his face through the irritating blur of tears in my eyes. “Verisimilitude.”
Physical pain is one that often promises an end. But the pain of loss is eternal. It’s the heart’s way of reminding us how fragile it is. How easily it can shatter.
“I knew you were something special when I first met you, but I had no idea that you were an angel. That you would risk everything to find me.” “Because you would do the same for me.” He slides his hand to the back of my neck, and his face hardens. “There is nowhere I wouldn’t go, nothing I wouldn’t kill, to keep you at my side. Now and always.”
We are broken pieces, stitched together by the pain of our losses. I don’t know if we’ll ever be fixed again. The only thing that’s certain is the uncertainty that awaits us. Moments like these, when we close our eyes, and the images from our past remind us how fleeting life can be. How, in the shutter of an eye, the universe can change. How quickly the world will take what’s given. Yet, we carry on, with bruised hearts and torn skin, because we love, and that’s what gives us purpose. Air gives us breath. Food gives us strength. And love gives us hope. In a world of monsters, love makes us
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We love knowing that it can be taken away. And when it is, I guess we stay hopeful that it’ll return to us somehow.”
He’s still the scarred boy who touched my heart. And I’m the wounded little bird, whose wings he made fly again.
With a chuckle, I lift my gaze past them, and notice the figure again, standing beneath the tree, where he smiles back at me. I wave at him. He waves back. And without having to close my eyes, or say the word, he disappears.
