We
are like water, aren’t we? We can be fluid, flexible when
we have to be. But strong and destructive, too. And something
else, I think to myself. Like water, we mostly follow the path of
least resistance.
Perhaps
there were no soul mates, I thought, and love was neither written
in the stars or planned by the gods, but a choice, one built of
hope and sweat and blood and trust. Not served on a silver
platter by a whim of fate, but something that must be earned and
fought for.
Fire can warm or consume, water can quench
or drown, wind can caress or cut. And so it is with human
relationships: we can both create and destroy, nurture and
terrorize, traumatize and heal each
other.
you have taken up every last space in my heart and now
that we're done you're still here in every corner and
it's creepy and i don't want to be creepy but i don't
want to be empty either.