What do you do when she's in front of you on her knees, holding on to your hands until her knuckles are white?
What do you do when he shows you the part of himself that he hates? The part of himself that he's most proud of?
What do you do when they whisper in your ear their greatest secret?
You claim them. Tear their flesh out. Devour every tendon, bone, and muscle until there's nothing left. And then you can go to sleep, full and satisfied, but lonely as hell.
We hurtle through space not knowing who we will meet, how we might love and hurt them. The pleasures and pitfalls that await us when the sun rises again. It is how it has always been, for me, for you, and for the thousands upon thousands of mothers and fathers that brought us here, stretching back beyond known memory. And still we fear. Still I fear. That what love one might find might be fleeting. That the inevitable pain might overpower the joy. That this time, THIS time, it might be too much for me to bear.
ReplyDeleteI forget you fear it as well. I forget that I have felt misery, and I will, undeniably, feel it again. The fear of losing you makes me nearly forget how much I love you. Or how much you truly do love me.