From an early age we are told we will 'fall in love' as if the ground shatters our existence and we become entwined,
two halves of a whole colliding like the sun and the moon,
a flash cussing out the darkness for billions of years.
Yet, I've always felt as if I was rising.
Gliding through time,
rising above the stars,
feeling the warmth of caressing fingers and the comfort within the arms of another,
washing away the blanket keeping me from life
and failing to recognize what is below us.
Yes, I rise in love.
And I have risen.
I have been suspended in the air like a black and white movie,
suspended in the past, present, and future,
suspended in the known and unknown,
and suspended within you.
You see, love does not lessen by miles,
it is not confined to late night phone calls or early movie dates,
love does not see, feel, and touch,
love is what came before.
We came before.
Love is not the after, though.
Love can never be what comes after,
love does not chase fleeting dreams and white picket fences,
love does not glare within the smoke,
love does not text or call.
Love does not answer.
Love can never answer.
But I have not fallen in love.
Because to fall, you must first let go.
And I have not let go.
I have soared,
I have flown,
and I have reached,
but I have not let go.
- To my first rising love.
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