It’s interesting to read back on something I wrote when I was 19; so young and so long ago, yet what I’m describing in this piece is exactly the kind of love that I found with my husband. I guess I really knew what I wanted, even back then.
The Emptiness in Me
I can feel the emptiness in me, swallowing me, devouring me, even though I know it like you know your own hand, even though I feel it like you feel the softness of cotton.
But the emptiness in me is not an enemy, but an ally in this never-ending maze that I call my life, but what others would call my imagination. It is not bad, it’s almost good, because it has a desire of it’s own to be filled, to be awakened, to make me whole.
It’s intentions is not to make me miserable, like I am, like I continue to be, but to find me- to define me, for I am lost even though I know my way but am incapable of leading myself to my own utopia.
I want to love. I want to be loved, yet I want to be able to handle it, to be able to love with my eyes open, with my mind intact. Because to fall in love, is to fall. If you are falling for someone, the doom destined for you was right there in the start, obvious in the very cliché that is repeated time after time, but others are too blinded to see, to recognize the saying for what it really is. Their eyes were closed and they let themselves fall to their own doom.
So I don’t wish to fall in love, but to be simply placed in it, with my eyes open, with both feet secure on the ground, not naively swept away. So that I may still know myself and not lose my identity. Not lose myself by looking in some guy’s eyes and watch myself slowly diminishing before them.
So that I may still know myself, and maybe know myself more- through the eyes of my love that sees me as beautiful, through the heart of the one who loves me for me, through the hands of the one whom I let touch me- here- deep within me, and not be afraid that those hands will scar the very insides I handed him without a second glance, through the mind of the one that matches my own intellectual mind so that we may sit for hours and discuss the concept of everything and nothing and never be bored with it, through the faith that I will learn to develop in him, and in myself, and in us, through the smile upon my lips in which he formed, and through the light in my eyes in which he restored from when I was a child; so happy. So purely and innocently happy.
That is when I shall know myself – That is when I shall love, and until that day comes, I’ll sit here and try to forgive the emptiness in me that causes my misery and causes me to dwell in it. For I’ll remember it is an ally, and silently and calmly await the day when the white flag rises, and I surrender to the kind of love I have never known, but always, always secretly longed for.
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