All I wanted from love was someone who stayed. Someone who gave in equal respects as I and who wasn’t afraid of knowing me inside and out. They would be willing to learn me, like an oceanographer learns the waters of their craft, while remaining as amazed at me as when they first began to dip their toes into cool crystal pools in the summers of their youth, knowing there is so much more beneath the glassy surface; that it can turn tumultuous in the noon and become calm again under the moon’s gentle light, reflecting the sky so above and below there is nothing but the beauty of a world of stars.
Simple as it sounds, it is sure to be harder than imagined. Life is like that. Love, even more so. I’ve found it to be a fickle thing, not to say untrustworthy, but definitely ever-changing. One second it’s the most perfect feeling, making your heart soars as high as eagles, floating amongst the clouds. The next it’s torturous and frightening, like running in the dark, stumbling over yourself desperate to find that old light to save and guide you. It cannot be found by being circumspect but I am a being crafted by caution. Cold and calculating, I feel less with my heart than perceive emotions with my mind. Life has yet to place someone in my path that quiets those voices in my head and allows my heart to speak, to feel the other’s presence like a balm on my soul. But love keeps my hopeful. It’s a golden honey I crave with my entire being, licking lips and longing for a taste of that sweetness only love can satiate.
