Let. Her. Be. Free.
Words written to remind us what love actually is.
Through it all, I see her face, and a very different awesome wave gently washes over me. I love her so much. There is warmth, this absence of fear and falling, this peace, this risen sun.
I love you so much. I want to tell you how beautiful you are every day, remind you just how beautiful you are in every moment. Tell it to you in such a variety of ways but always with the same look. A look not coming from me, but coming from the light behind my heart. The light that sees the one behind yours.
There is no one in the world that deserves to laugh more, smile more, giggle more. You deserve all the love. All the things. All the wonderful things. All the great big wonderful things that add to your light.
A light that has fought against the dark for so long. For so fucking long. From someone who has been underseige, beleaguered by a past, entrenched in the impossible.
The warm wave stays with me… keeps floating.
I’m so grateful I got to play the smallest part if your life. I’m so grateful how much of this life you have led me through. I’m so grateful for every second, every moment, every look, every touch, every kiss. Every time we held together.
I love you.
…and that’s all I can do. Love you so very dearly.
That perhaps is the most terrifying dimension of love. Inaction. To not act. To not do anything. To detach from every hope, every expectation, every fear, every possibility. To do nothing. You can not affect change. It’s so terrifying because it means accepting you have no control. You can’t ‘do’ anything about it other than accept it. Surrender to it. For someone who believes to his core that you can always do something about anything, this enflames me to volcanic proportions.
And yet another gentle wave floats through, evaporating the emotional magma.
Leave her to her lightness. Leave her to breathe free air and float upon it for the first time maybe ever… Let the only thing to touch her wings be the light shining out from her fucking soul. That’s love. To hold, but not to touch. To receive, but not to keep. To be connected but unattached. To let the beautiful butterfly land and fly when it pleases. The only priority is her happiness. That’s it. There is nothing more, other than the trust in her to do what’s best for her. Let the beautiful butterfly land and when it floats off, be grateful that you ever got to experience one of nature’s miracles at all. Because that’s what she is - one of nature’s miracles.