Beautifully Written

We live changing a little more by each day that passes. We grow, becoming more independent as needy people are often laughed at and shaken loose like a used up toy. We call ourselves experienced. We say that we are fine and train our hearts, minds, and souls to doing everything on their own. Because we will never need anything from anybody. We will never require anything from anybody. We think we are above the people that show any weakness or dependency on another soul. We've closed ourselves off and don't even know that we are the ones suffering. We are suffering because we don't know the feeling of what such intense love can do. We don't know how it feels to banish any thoughts of losing a particular someone because you just can't fathom that kind of tragedy. We think we grow because of the lack of this. This love, this dependency, this devotion. But in reality, we grow with the strength of it.

And we don't find out and swear it won't happen until does happen. Maybe we told ourselves that it wouldn't to get us away from the disappointment that it hasn't yet. Oh, but when it happens, it's like a bomb just exploded in your hands, and everything that you were, and everything that you believed in is gone. Now, all of a sudden you are someone who compromises. You are someone who trusts, even when you don't really want to. You are now the someone that is dependent on the person that just stole your heart. You are the person that you once laughed at. You don't know how this happened. You just know that it did and now you will never be the same. There is no reversing this. You don't know how you will walk out this situation. But you do know that the person you once were is gone.

A new person has emerged with a new and satisfied light in your eyes. Sometimes you are unrecognizable in the the mirror, but you know it's a better you. And you now know the feeling. The feelings of irrevocable, life altering, love. You know how it feels to banish all thoughts of your life without them, because life without them is simply impossible. You are not built to live through that kind impossibility. You morph and change, yet again, not for the first time, and not for the last. But still in every other way permanently. Isn't it simply amazing what effect another human being can have on someone? Flesh, blood, sinew, and one lovely heartbeat, and you simply melt away. And if being dependent is what it requires, so be it. Because we never know how our stories will end, but we do know that with that kind of love, gratitude, and adoration, our story will end up being one beautifully written book.