Do you love me for who I am or who I was?
This question has been banging in my skull for a while now.
I have no words. I barely know who I am.
My heart aches in places I didn’t know it had.
Yet, I feel expansion on the rise. Like I am flying to new places but that first feeling of buoyancy as my last toe leaves the earth causes a shiver of uncertainty to run through me.
Some people come into our lives for a reason, some for a few seasons and some stand the test of time.
I know I love you. I know that I have probably loved a version of you before. Yet, this time… I want to choose more. I want my edges to burst…
If I am not excited, not in something full heartedly… How can I permit myself to continue?
It could be timing, maybe it’s just the stars realigning?
I can answer some elements of my part
Yet, what I notice so much is my heart shelters itself in your presence… I can’t permit that to continue
