To love
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
I believed I was wrong
For many many days
That loving someone so much
That giving myself completely to them
Was a mistake.
That I should never feel that way again.
But love is the purest part of me.
As much as I tried to bestow that love on my partner
It wouldn’t sustain.
Because I was wrong about being wrong.
The person I was trying to love
All this time.
All these years.
The person I always thought I lost
Never left.
That person
Was me.
