When they talk about the glory of love, they always fabricate it.
What about the want to rip yourself apart when the distance gets too much to bear? What of the need to touch their face and share their breath? What of the need to hear their voice for once, not out of the speakers of your phone? What when the ache is so bad, you would fantasize crossing great distances just for one sight of them? And when you are helpless to do anything about it, what then?
And the omnipresent fear-Of not being enough, of losing the happiness to something seemingly more significant, of imagining them hurt, of smothering them so they suffocate? What of all that?
And the endless tears? I don’t remember hearing or reading about how you will cling to each and every word they say, and think. And think and think until you can feel the amalgam of thoughts pulsating through your blood like a potent drug.
Helplessness and fear go hand-in-hand, marching into your life and dazzling all the equilibrium, right after Love has set its base.
Let me see you fall in love and live happily ever after. Let me see you claim true love without tears threatening to spill over your eyes. Let me see you not awake at night sobbing over a name over and over again.
Let me see you, damn it.
Let me know I’m the only one to blame.