Reflection
I understand what you want. I understand how you feel about me.
And this brings a sense of “everything is all right.” Nothing can touch in me this moment when I have found an end, laid down to rest at last.
I have no thought of what is going to happen to me but in this moment I am filled with peace and optimism. I once felt I was waiting, naively, for you. I was not naïve; I was wise; wiser than I have ever been before to stand patiently, happily, waiting at the gate.
I dreamt that there was nothing mutual between us, nothing equal, and I had been thinking about you the entire time. “I’m always thinking about you,” you said and I was surprised that those words were not my own.
Should I have suffered? What is suffering now when it is over? It can be looked back upon fondly, proudly, as something strengthening, something valuable. I have this trial to thank-I am indebted to my pain.
I knew all this time I had found something genuine, something extraordinary and rare. What a gem! What a gift! What a blessing! How thankful I am for it when nothing else can compare.
I feel so generous. I feel so still. Like nothing should be said to disturb this sacred silence. It is simple; simply that.
I knew I would always have feelings for you. Would they subside? Why would I want these feelings to end? I’ve never been able to think of myself without them. Intrinsically a part of me.
And this brings a sense of “everything is all right.” Nothing can touch in me this moment when I have found an end, laid down to rest at last.
I have no thought of what is going to happen to me but in this moment I am filled with peace and optimism. I once felt I was waiting, naively, for you. I was not naïve; I was wise; wiser than I have ever been before to stand patiently, happily, waiting at the gate.
I dreamt that there was nothing mutual between us, nothing equal, and I had been thinking about you the entire time. “I’m always thinking about you,” you said and I was surprised that those words were not my own.
Should I have suffered? What is suffering now when it is over? It can be looked back upon fondly, proudly, as something strengthening, something valuable. I have this trial to thank-I am indebted to my pain.
I knew all this time I had found something genuine, something extraordinary and rare. What a gem! What a gift! What a blessing! How thankful I am for it when nothing else can compare.
I feel so generous. I feel so still. Like nothing should be said to disturb this sacred silence. It is simple; simply that.
I knew I would always have feelings for you. Would they subside? Why would I want these feelings to end? I’ve never been able to think of myself without them. Intrinsically a part of me.