If We Last | ✓

~h e a l~

IX

It was a stormy day.

She flinched every time she heard the thunder. So basically, she flinched a lot.

It wasn't that she was scared or anything.

Pffttt, she thought, fear is for the weak.

That was until another boom resonated through the sky.

She curled up in fear, oh, lord of unicorns and frappuccinos - please save my soul from this torment.

Maybe the lord of unicorns and frappuccinos was in a rather charitable mood that day. For, the thunder seemed to stop all at once. Still skeptical, she slowly drew her hands away from her tortured ears.

She heard nothing.

So, with newfound confidence - she looked out through her bedroom window. She stared at the night sky, filled with clouds and showering rain.

This is quite nice, she thought to herself getting comfortable.

But just then, a bolt of lightning slashed its way through the cloudy sky.

She was awestruck; so absolutely enamored by the beauty of the lighted sky that this time, when the thunder came, she listened carefully to the sound that lightning made.

She fell in love with the sound that lightning made.

However, in this process, she hadn't noticed a very distinct thing that shone as clear as light itself. She hadn't noticed that the thunder and lightning were very similar to her entire being in whole (not that she traveled at three-point-zero multiplied by ten raised to eight meters per second but, you'll get the idea).

She was fierce and strong, like thunder that roared in the skies, so special, so unique, that when you first see her spark you may be taken aback by such vigour, such shine, such beauty.

But more often than not, she failed to see these things within herself. She blamed herself for whatever happened to her - she lived her life in the eyes of others - searching, seeking and begging for approval, begging to be loved.

But at this moment, this very moment, she'd realized something.

She didn't love him the way the lightning loved the sky.

Why? You ask.

To that, dear reader, I do have an answer.

This was because she didn't love him at all.

She knew this, she knew this from the moment he'd said it.

Still, she thought that maybe someday - she would. Maybe someday she'd find her skies inside him, maybe someday sparks would fly and maybe someday she'd trust him enough to love him like she loved the lighted night sky.

What she didn't know, though was while she was right, sometimes being right could lead to something very, very wrong.

This, dearest reader is the part where the rocks of inhibition will slowly begin to pile up between our humble sinners, building walls that once broken will take down with them everything in reach.

This is the part where slowly, but surely, she'd begin to trust him - to trust his love. Slowly, she'd surrender her heart within his reach and feel it do things things she never could feel before. Slowly, she'd see all the colours of the rainbow nestled only within his eyes.

Slowly, she'd fall in love.

And slowly, he'd fall out.

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'If we last - I tend to think,

That all I have healed has made me sink,

Because until you came - I was far from complete,

I fought and I fought - but accepted defeat.

But when you had come - like a perfect blue storm,

That waters dry land and gives life to it's form,

But just like the thunder and lightning that crash,

You never might know the thoughts that you mash.

☆I pledged, I pondered - yet none was appeal,

Numb - so numb, never wanting to feel,

Something inside me told me to seal,

Yet, nothing but you could make me heal.☆