Sometimes, we cannot see the light that burns so bright because we have been in darkness for so long that we have gone blind. We waltz aimlessly around in the darkness that swallows us whole, wanting to escape but not knowing. We want to ask for help but fear being a bother.
And when you finally find someone pull you out of the sorrow you've created, the hole you've dug so deep with ladder, they trick you. They grab your hand and promise to pull you out, but once you've gotten comfortable with them, they throw you back in.
After a while, you stop trusting. You close yourself off from the world, not wanting anyone else to bruise and break you, to take your scars and burn them to the ground. You're back. Back in that that you had finally escaped, except now you have completely blocked out what little of the world you knew, not wanting anyone to see this pain. You dig deeper and deeper into the hole, as though there is no escape, no way to leave once you've been down here.
you see it. The light. That light... it's her. She have come to save you. You don't want help, but she do not stop trying. You don't want to anymore, you don't want to love. But slowly, you open your heart to her.
She hold your heart in her hands. You tense up, knowing what comes next, expecting her to break it and throw it back at you. But she don't. She embraces' your heart with hug, and you feel warmth spreading like fire through your veins. Slowly, that heart was broken and frail, showing no signs of being healed and loved again, begins to flow like an ocean crashing upon a shore.
She put your heart back in its place and take hold of you wrapping you in her arms and holding you close to her heart. So... this, this what love is? Feeling a sense of warmth with just the slightest touch, not caring about the silence anymore because they are all the sound you need. Knowing, just knowing they'll be there for even in the darkest times.
"You've need to lock yourself in this darkness anymore, love. I'm here."
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