Everyone hopes for that special someone. That one person in the whole wide world that they will love and cherish for the rest of their lives. What we don't know is when they will appear or come along, wander into our sight or pass us by and find somebody else. We will never be able to tell who that person will be and when they will come until we take a chance and risk it all. Risk it all in the hopes of being happy; risk it all for something that will only make us blind and cause us great pain; Risk it all in the hopes in love.
But is it worth it?
Is it worth all the pain of living and then dying more each time we lose part of our heart and continue, stuggle even, to move on to what we think will be the rest of our lives? Moving on, picking up the fractured pieces of our hearts and looking for the right one?
When we come across the right person, will they stay by our side, or will they wander off, making us chase after them to show our love, appriciation, and devotion? Will we be able to tell if they're using us? Or will they find us and make everything better? Could they patch up the holes in our hearts, put everything back into place, perhaps even make us forget? Forget the times of pain, of deep sorrow? Of mourning? Of loss? How will we know when we find the other half? Will it click into place? Maybe you'll know. Maybe in that ripped up, old, worn down, heart of yours there is a chance of happiness. Maybe a light shines within the presence of darkness.
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