The moon was so beautiful, that the ocean held up a mirror.
Ani Difranco
Sometimes it takes a little more time, a little more patience, effort, energy and a little more love to get to the fleshy part. In the meantime you’ve got to get used to surviving on the bread crumps for a little while longer than you had anticipated. Because, it takes layer from layer to finally get to the core. And sometimes, you might just give up because you can only wait for so long and when it feels like you are almost forgetting yourself in the process, you’ve got to stop and hope that the next person will find it easier than you had.
That they will not have to begin from zero like you had to. That they will not have to sit through the constant disappointments while holding on to that small bit of hope. That they will finally get to where you couldn’t and save them.
That the next person will scratch the core and crush those high-set walls. That the next person will finally achieve it for the ones that have come before. That you all will watch how that person that was once so locked inn, opens their heart to the world and tastes the depths of what you all have been trying to make them see.
And then, wherever you will be, you can now smile. That breath you’ve been holding in. can then escape in a deep sigh.
Only then.
Yours Truly
Signed, With Love….
The piece is a heartfelt narrative about the challenges of loving and caring for someone with impenetrable emotional walls. The words put together, one after the other, weave a sad tale of the struggle to reach the depths of their heart, where vulnerability is a rare sight. It eloquently captures the profound desire of the author to scale those towering barriers, which seem to defy gravity, and to glimpse the authentic soul of their beloved hidden behind the high walls. It’s a narrative of love, patience, and the unwavering belief that, one day, these walls may crumble, revealing the beauty that lies within the fortress of their loved one’s guarded heart. The author grapples with the heart-breaking realization that they might not be the one to break down these barriers, leaving them in a state of longing and vulnerability. It’s a narrative of patience, hope, and the bittersweet understanding that love alone may not be enough to dismantle the emotional fortress their beloved has constructed.