I wonder sometimes if living with an open heart is the wisest thing to do. A heart completely open to love is also open to pain. Don’t get me wrong, both are equally necessary in life, but the pain can cut straight through to the soul. I remind myself to breathe; when my heart is aching. Just as love can capture my breath, so can the pain of your silence. Perhaps there’s nothing to say or maybe we already said too much. Either way the words sit empty on the page. Passion fading as time moves forward.
I flounder trying to find the imagery to convey my precise thoughts. So the meaning is not mistaken. I know in the end you will read into my words, just as my heart, at times, reads into yours. There’s no crime here. Though my heart is bruised it is not broken. And so I walk again into the flames, because they call my soul to live. I decided long ago that I would not hide my heart behind vague references. The passion and feeling is clear. I live with the pain. It makes me stronger…and should I, along this winding road, find a person willing to walk along side me, hand-in-hand through the flames, I will count myself among the lucky. For such love is rare and should never be cast aside.