“I am yours, don’t you see that? Everything I am and everything I will ever be; that is all yours, my Love. This is all of me and now all of this is as much Yours; if not more, than it was ever mine. You might not understand, but everything I do, reminds me of you. Everything I see, I imagine seeing it with you. Every time i listen to good music, i think of telling you about it so we can dance to it and every time I dream a dream at night and it doesn’t have you in it, I wake up a little disappointed. I want you, I want us, all of us and all of the friggin time. It is so bizarre imagining a life before you were here and It is almost impossible to NOT have you hereafter. And I am so scared that I more Yours than I am Mine and I feel like I can never reclaim my bits from you anymore and that petrifies me because what if you don’t want some parts of me and I can’t have them back and you decide to toss out in the trash. What then?
Everyone talks about the beauty and the happiness that comes with love, but no one talks about losing yourself to the person. Nobody talks about how possessed you feel and how Powerless that makes you feel. You are not in control anymore. And the fact that I am readily giving up that control and power into your hands with the key to my heart to you is a bigger deal than you could ever possibly imagine. This isn’t me. I am not mine anymore. I am yours and I am doing what I cannot control anymore. This; Me.. Is All You.
And I am afraid. I am so afraid and I am devoid of air in my lungs. And what if you wake up one morning and you don’t want me anymore and you decide that out there is where you belong and all I am is just a mere reminder of how much heavy weight exists in your life. And maybe you won’t ever want to see me. What then? How do I walk again? How do I ever step out again?
I waited. I waited outside the parking lot of that old convenience store, the one where there was always that old,red, beat up truck parked, that hadn’t been moved in ages; thats where I waited. I waited there until dawn and then a little bit more after that. I waited until I knew inmy heart of hearts that this was an ending of some sorts.. and also the beginning of something different. Something that would shake the very core of being. Something that will take hold of me and shake things up around here because I didnt realize how much time I spent wandering around these little niblets of you. Every room I entered, I looked for you or at least traces of you. Every sound that I heard, I waited for that crackle that your laugh always made. My eyes and ears and nose were friendly and quite aware of your presence in the room and in your absence.. they too went a little dormant. So I waited. Everywhere I went, I ended up waiting. And nothing was different about that night.
I waited where we had decided that I would wait for you and I knew that this was going to be one of those big, gigantic moments in life which were going to define us in more than one way. It seemed like one of those big moments where you knew they were big even before they happened., and that was so beautiful. And I waited to be defined by you during this moment and you did.. you actually did define me in that moment where you decided to not show up. You defined me as somebody who was heartbroken and in love and was left to pick his pieces up, all of them; even the ones that he didn’t like and walk away. You defined me as someone who; no matter how awful the situation, would walk away from a toxic relationship. This was toxic not because you didn’t show up that night but it was toxic because somehow I always wound up waiting for you and you somehow never showed up. You always kept me waiting and I always waited.
In that moment, you defined me as someone who walked awwy. Who put an end to the waiting and finally, FINALL Y walked away from a lifetime’s worth of waiting and not saying anything about it. So, Thanks for yet another defining moment.
So screw reason and throw away the goddamn logic outside your bedroom window. Stop wondering if it makes sense and if its the right thing to do; because if you have to wonder,then it probably isn’t right and thats very much okay. Stop second guessing every decision you’re making, hoping for it to be right, always. It wont be. You need to make really horrible decisions every so often. You need to stumble and fall and stay on the ground for quite sometime to truly navigate your way back. I cannot emphasize this enough, but make mistakes, TONS of them. The kind of mistakes that make you want to turn back in time and reverse them immediately. The kind that make you launch into a series of gibberish followed by a seris of obscene swear words that arequite indecipherable. And lastly, the kind of mistakes that you knew you were going to pay for way before you even decided on them.And do really dumb stuff that you know will leave scars and bruises along with eternally embarassing things that you know will haunt you.
Savor the feeling of being alive. Of breathing in this rusty, polluted dust filled air every frikkin second. Embrace the fact that you have so much to lose.. Because thats so special. Embrace the adventure that is constantly being thrown your way and embrace the madness and the feeling of opening a door and being on top of a cliff and falling over. Tumblimg helplessly into oblivion. Embrace this nerve pumping fear and live a little.. Or live a lot actually. A whole lot. Live for the people in the graveyards who couldnt live for it all and live for the child in you that yearns to be let lose. Live for all of them and live a whole lot.