A Letter to Love

Hi Love,

The past year, you've offered no signs of sorry. You're like a stranger to me...a mysterious woman- better yet, deja vu.

You're the right person at the wrong time. You leave us holding our breathe, walking in circles, and waiting for your phone call, all while being afraid to want it...afraid to want you, Love.

Once a day, Love, we long for you, but it's over too soon.

Love, you're a cracked door - the ending with a beginning - we call you "The Matrix".

You're a single voice whispering, "red or blue pill". Love, you don't love nobody, yet here we are taking one more journey down this path.

You showed up where I live - unexpected & uninvited. Caught off guard, with chills up my spine. Cautiously optimistic, waiting for morning to tell you, "red pill it is".

The rotten part...you vanish, like a ghost.

The idea of you, Love, is magical, but you're a myth til tested. You are the truth though. You are unconditional, yet we impose conditions on you. Conditions because we can't be certain what or when you promised us yourself. You said something, Love? Oh, she said, he said nothing!

No matter how inconsistent or imperfect, you're always there. No matter how we abuse your name, you stick around.

At the end of the day, no more hate. Thanks for the joy and pain, Love.

Signed,

Beautifully Broken

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