A Heart In Continual Prose

a heart - mine.

She wasn't the same like every other girl I've met. She was an asshole, but I felt then what I feel now. what I thought of her had had its highs and lows. My opinions of her had been beaten out of shape by the storms that they weathered. At the end of it all, though, it would set itself right again. And that would keep me going day after day until lighting would strike again and cause the sky to come crashing down on my shoulders and burn the ground to nothing but cinders.

That was what she did to me. But, being the self-defiant person I am, I never stop. I still love her despite the things she did - and does - to me. I love her more than I love myself. I love her with an iron resolve because I know that, ultimately, we would return to the way we were: me, loving her, and her, not batting an eye. It's alright, though. It's better that way. It's always better than losing her entirely.

I thought that we would take on the universe together. Yeah, it was never a matter of 'could'. It was always 'would'. I, without hesitation, would punch the planets out of the sky and extinguish the stars just so I can be with her. Truth be told, I will do it if she asks me to. Though my bones grow old and my mind turns frail, I will do it for her in a heartbeat. But it's not like she'll do the same for me, though. She has other people. Other people to make her happy, other people to make her smile, and other people to make her laugh. I, to her, was no one. not anymore.

We used to have our moments together, moments when we were inseparable. We were Bonnie and Clyde, Thelma and Louise, me and her. But then it became her and someone... someone who isn't me.

And from afar I look at her with a newfound acceptance and satisfaction - something that I can never actually bring to myself when I was with her. I've faced the music. I lifted my hands from my ears and slowly but surely, albeit painfully, what was once a screeching cacophony for me became a bitter symphony. Because despite how much I didn't want to hear it, it wasn't the worst of tunes. There are worse, like hearing the sobs of my own.

I love her, and that is that. No force nor human nor duration can dissolve or deteriorate how I feel for her. and you, whoever you are, whether you're a significant other, a student or a cashier at a fast-food restaurant, remember what I'm about to tell you right here, right now and for all moments to come: love who you have with you right now in spite of the things they do to you because you do not know when you'll receive a better person.

and finally, to You: I love you. I hope it's not too obvious.