Three words.
Who knew that three words could hold so much power?
Something happened two years ago, and that day I vowed to myself that I would never ever give such pain and betrayal that I went through to anyone — until I ended up doing the same thing, all for different reasons.
Then of course, I forgave as if only I had the heart of the ocean and wondered if anyone really should have such a big heart like me, because what's the point? You will get hurt either way.
But I am different. If I stay standing beside you, you can't even imagine the lengths I would go to for you (and I did — I took such stands publicly with a fierce heart).
Then one day, I had only three words to offer — "I am sorry." Only to return the same three words back to me, "I forgive you."
I was stunned to receive such grace where words were loud to say this, "I choose you."
Isn't it how love looks in different forms as an active form? In everyday effort, in everyday choice — because I was shocked to find out that this person still remembered my city. They only said, "because I want to meet you someday." "I will learn your language," "I will read and buy anything by you" — THIS.
This is not something like saying, "gosh, I would die for you, I will love you to the moon and back," but making you their choice every single day.
Isn't it what we want in any kind of relationship, friendship?
You're the choice they choose every day. It's an everyday effort, after all.
So yeah, maybe having a big heart isn't really bad, but rather everyone should have some people who make them their choice every day.
Felt something about this? Then you should really check out my poetry chapbook, 'Art of Falling.' And yes — I'm returning to poetry. New work, coming soon.
(Let me know if you want the link.)