It’s a beginning and yet an ending.
Sometimes I can see the hope stirring in a sunrise. Feel the potential of untouched hours. Other times I hold the drudgery, the heaviness of moments. Darkness pulled into the light, wincing, and cracking on its way.
I had a dream last night that I can’t quite remember. The residue of emotions rested on me like a blanket made of rice paper. If I moved too fast it would rip, disintegrate. I halfway opened my eyes and realized I was holding you. The feelings made manifest on your skin. Love, in the greatest way I’ve ever known.
I’ve often thought about meeting ‘the one’ what I hoped it would feel like. Questioning if ‘the one’ was even real, disliking the singularity of that term because life is so big.
But I don’t think that ‘the one’ is a person. It is an entity; a light that takes up space in your being. But it can only be released through a person, connection. I think that this entity can show up anywhere at any time between two people. To me it looks like a mirror reflecting the truest parts of us toward the other person. This light must be accepted freely without the motive of entrapment. Honored or else it will diminish in clarity, and purpose.
I guess I’ve always known love that came with ways of ending. ‘The one’ I hold now is everlasting, because I don’t hold it, it holds me with freedom.