Rather Loved Than Not At All

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I don't remember the date exactly.
There were too many painful days to remember,
Perhaps it was May or June,
That you left me for the last time.

It was a few months back,
When I finally had the courage to ask you - should we let go or keep fighting.
I knew what your answer would be,
But it didn't make it hurt less to have read those words.

I felt the world going dark,
I felt the walls closing in on me.
I felt my heart dried up,
And the grey clouds storming.

So I conceded that love was not meant for me,
That I would grow old alone,
In an empty house,
Looking at the  always empty seat beside me.
I built up the walls,
And preserved what was left of my heart in a jar,
Just like the Beast.

Just about a week ago,
A dear friend reflected the mirrors,
So the light would fall upon me.
And a dream then convinced me,
That someone could love me right one day,
And I was hopeful.

City of Angels,
Though has sad ending was beautifully published.
And I will always remember what he said,
Because the principle is now engraved in me-
I would rather have loved and lost,
Than to not have been loved at all.

The new person in my life,
Who knows what the future has in store for us.
But no matter what pain or heartbreak this venture might bring me,
I promise to not lose hope,
And to not lose love,
And to not stop being me.

Because love is such a wonderful feeling.
It has saved me so many times,
And it has saved others too.
There's so much love that is needed in this world-
So much kindness to be given,
And I promise to not close my heart off,
To always give love,
Even if it is pushed away.

Because I would rather live life full of love,
Than to grow old alone,
With misery and regret wilting my soul from the inside.

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