Spotless.
I’m confused by love. It’s such a small word with such huge implications. It’s like a runaway train. We don’t choose it, it chooses us. The choice we make is to choose it back. Am I talking about myself?
If I told you how I was feeling, would you listen?
If I told you I was terrified, would you say you feel the same way?
If you saw who I really was, would you still love me?
If I said I was sorry, would you hear me?
If I asked you to break, would you?
If I told you it was ok, to not be perfect, because I’m not perfect either, would you believe me?
If I ran away for a while, would you put your head down and go on…
If I told you what you were to me would you ignore me?
If I asked, would you be honest. Would I be honest?
The trouble is, we don’t have the option to go back or to erase anything. One conversation impacts who we are. One day can change our lives.
Is this thing on?
