Sometimes, in utter frustration and heartbreak, my ego shouts: WHY WOULDN’T HE JUST CHOOSE ME, CHOOSE US? WHICH FOOL DOESN’T WANT TO BE EMPHATICALLY LOVED AND UNCONDITIONALLY CHERISHED???
But that’s just my ego talking. I understand that the heart wants what it wants. It’s not always corroborated by logic. Besides, who says they’d want to be emphatically loved anyways? That is only my naive, simplistic assumption.
Most hypocritical of all: I, too, am guilty of letting the people who had emphatically loved me and cherished me go.
I am one of those said fools.
That is all. Just trying to hold the grief of my grandma, and ‘I Am Enough,’ in the same thought.
What would YOU choose? To love or be loved?
The sky became a screen, shot through with pinpricked stars. Beneath it, I felt small and lost.—A House in the Sky