Fiber of being


I’m lost – aimless.

My bearings are gone.

I’m not grounded without my love… he whom I do not know.

I made the rules for myself so I wouldn’t get involved and I wouldn’t get hurt….

I’m not good at following rules. Not even my own.

But you have no control over who you fall in love with.

Falling in love is an involuntary as breathing and as rare and elusive as a wish come true.

Love casts amnesia on its victims. Even the glimmer of it causes hope and vision.

The loss of love is like removing limbs or vital organs.

The slow ripping of the intertwined fiber is almost audible and it can last for days, weeks or months.

Blood and bruises and broken bones everywhere.

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