IS IT LUST OR LOVE


A quiet gasp emerges from somewhere deep inside me. I am loved. While first painfully shocking, the awareness sends an icy chill racing through the center of my veins. My toes are curled in agony. So this is love. A feeling of fear, unlike ever felt before. Love had never connected to anything good in my past; however, this was unexpected. Not the received love, for it had been coming for awhile. But the chill, the pain, the inability of my mouth to form the words so skillfully practiced. I’ve never wanted to embrace a feeling of agony more in my life than in this moment. But, embracing this burning passion would mean embracing you. Trusting you. Well, maybe you haven’t heard, but I am too tough to trust you. I have spent my whole life building walls that none can climb. I was so content in my impregnable fortress until you came along. Your persistence challenged the barriers in ways they had never been tested. I wanted to hate you for exposing my weaknesses. For making me feel so vulnerable. But, I don’t hate you. I am angry. But, the words form slowly and deliberately. I love you.


the love letter collection
submitted 12:44 PM EST
Wednesday, April 21, 2010