the two that broke

I need you to know, this won’t be broken.

I wouldn’t be writing this if I didn’t think that love was a noble and serious, a worthy being that latches itself susceptibly onto our souls and mars with each day that sees its grip grow fainter. Oblivious to its power but acutely aware of it, no flesh bearing man can survive without the life giving love. But so much more powerful in beauty, the graceful love that descends to build a life and tear it down at the same time brings meaning amidst the chaos, almost every single time.

Mostly just a fragile whisper. The love that I nurture is weak and shy. Even on the sunniest of days it needs my hand to walk tall in this world. Just holding the hand, just shielding the sun’s powerful rays, just boasting with confidence from a keeper so devoted, my love shines. Shines like no other. I am responsible for my love and never do I want to see it hurt. Like a little bird that’s tossed at the wind’s command, my love could not withstand the battering of the harsh outside alone. My job is to keep it safe, hold it sacred until there is someone I can share it with. How perfect spring is to let fly the loves that have been wanting to escape all winter long. Except my love. My love wants to feel the warm haven that I provide a little while longer. And I certainly don’t want to force an angelic being, an innocent deity to be corrupted by the villains the world holds on its back. Planks of wood above the water I walk on so that my love won’t get wet. There are days it fits into my little pocket. Some others it just walks beside me. On Sundays it flies.

The most important thing is to have faith in your love. Whether it’s on loan with a dear another, or whether it’s growing restless in your pocket, you have to believe that it can live on its own. Never shake in your belief that your love will know better. Over the years it will learn and will only come back to you once it’s tried all other options. But you can’t take it for granted, cannot not love it and must never ignore it. A few simple notes will lure it back to you, a melody that is sweet to its ears can hold it captive for a short while. Words that are carefully orchestrated and fan its vanity will chain it down for only a moment. Hurt no other and no other will hurt you. Love your love and it will love you back. But when it breaks, you need to heal it. It has only got you.

My love needs my promise that I will try to bestow it upon a boy who will take good care of it. I have promised, you have my love now. It is new and almost invisible to the naked eye. So small and so vulnerable it needs to hear that you think of no one else but her. That you love no one else but her. That you see no one else but her. Sometimes I think I want my love back, but I am being brave and have sent it to live in you. I fear that you will forget, I fear before I have proof of your negligent ways.

As gentle as a summer breeze this is what you need to whisper to my love: I need you to know, this won’t be broken.