What is this thing called love?What is love?
What is love but a bitter memory of a loved one? What is love but the feeling of something once good, now gone.
I long for a kind of love that transcends the definition of love. A love that hath no boundaries, no tangible body, no understanding.
I am naïve. I seek something that is bestowed on the scarcest of lucky souls.
I don not know why I am not privileged. I don not know why when it seemed when I am offered a love of another equally beautiful thing, that it is taken away from me.
I dare not give my heart for I fear it being snatched from me. I dare not reach for something because somehow I know, I would not be able to hold it in my arms for long.
I fear that God is trying to teach me a lesson I’ve refused to learn. That what I desire to hold cannot be given to me. That I am destined to be alone, never to be with another, or accorded a privilege to be surrounded by love.
I lost Cookie. I nearly gave my heart away. I could have. I would have, had I not known it would inevitably happen. But given another opportunity, would I be the one to let go, instead of being refused?
I fear being the one to give it up.