Dear Love,
It’s been a moment since we’ve crossed paths, a sincere while. Where have you gone? What have you seen?
When you come back, will you tell me about your travels? Will you tell me about what has become of you, love, what has changed?
It is different, without you.
There is a cold draft where there used to be a warmth. There is hopelessness where the hope was kept. A seeming displacement of all things that kept my world at a comforting standstill.
When you were present, you taught me the beauty of vulnerability, and the strength in connection. With you around, I experienced moments of quiet contentment, and the deep kind of understanding that goes far beyond words.
You opened my eyes to the wonders of the world, and how I could experience them for myself… you showed me that there was magic in almost every moment, with almost every person, animal, being on this planet.
And with those moments, embraced by your presence, you’ve inspired feelings of compassion, patience, and understanding, that I was able to gift to those who surrounded me.
It was in those moments, I found purpose and a sense of completeness that I no longer seem to find in my daily experience.
I don’t know what it is that made you go. Away like the wind you went, without warning. Ripped from my nimble fingers as it were.
You were not just a fleeting emotion, rather, a commitment. Now that commitment has dissipated, impacting more than just myself. I can no longer feel your presence in my current relationships, and I struggle to find you when I look in the mirror.
This utter sense of loss has withheld me from my common endeavors, as I no longer find the feelings of passion and excitement you had brought to my life.
As I contemplate, I find the questions remain a swirling continuum: Why did you go? When will you be back?
Perhaps, it is that I have asked too much of you. Perhaps, I did not ask enough.
The colour drained from my existence, as I stop and stare to find you in the presence of the many others who walk this earth. I watch as others hold hands, share an umbrella, laugh, cry, walk, and whisper. I wonder what made you choose others over me.
Your complexity confuses me. Your intensity consumes me. Your passion intrigues me. Your devotion leaves me bewildered. Yet, when I search for you, I do not find you by my side. It’s an aching feeling when the emotion so desperately searched for is ripped from deep within my heart.
Come back, I beg of you. Come back to me. I promise I will never again take you for granted.
For what is a life without love other than one as begrudging as mine.
