Sometimes it seems I love without limit. I hold the hands of many and hold the breath of many more in my heart. There is a wave of ever-expanding joy when I think of those I love. I smile from the inside out.  This love is real and reflects the truth of the world, I think. It’s real as long as I remember: you are not mine.

Because there is a part of me that wants to keep you. I want everything to stay the same. There are whispers of change and I want to hush them. There are glimpses of goodbyes and I shut them out.  It’s all too much… Don’t want to think about all of that…

Maybe it’s time to let go.

I thought that I was free and so, in turn, were you. I’ve been so busy healing all the parts of my life that hurt, I ignored all those that flowed. What does that say? I thought we flowed and we do.  I thought we walked the same path, and I think we do, but there is a fork in the road ahead.

I hate that fork.

Maybe it’s time to let go.

All of you whom I love beyond the beyond, it has come to my attention that I have held you too close. You were never mine.  How could I own and keep what I am a part of and which is a part of me? We are the sum of all beauty, the total of all love.

By holding onto you, I deny the truth.  By letting you go, I affirm: there is nothing else but what we are.

I’m working on it. Hang in there. I’ll get it.

I promise.

I will.

<3

**originally written in 2011**

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