Shortcomings.

I like to think that I’ve always believed in a true love.

I like to think that I’ve always wanted a true love.

I’ve felt it and said goodbye to it. It’s been fleeting whilst somehow still carving a gravestone on my heart. It remains forever within me, always saying hello when I need it the most, yet never hanging on too tight or standing too close. 

And maybe that’s it, right there. A love I so desperately crave, a love I so desperately want to believe is real and true, it can only really come from within me. I cannot plead it off others, I cannot expose these vulnerabilities, I have to be strong and fulfilled without needing anyone.

Contradictory, as I desire a love that allows me to fail. I desire a love that floats around the room all day, for years upon years like the smell of berry crumble consistently cooking in the oven. I desire a love so deep that it combats all logic as emotion and desire, lust and need completely take over. I desire a love that holds space to be still, as chaos breaks out like a parade in the streets yet there we stand, within the chaos, just us, hand in hand.

I do believe in true love. I do believe in a love that can withstand all that is thrown at it. 

One day, maybe someone will look at me and melt. Like an ice cream on a hot day as my essence drips down the cone and onto their hand.

One day, maybe someone will be inspired by the woman I am, the woman I’m becoming and the woman I desire to be, yet may never succeed. Because the woman trying is the one they admire the most.

One day, maybe someone will wrap me up so tight that even in the moments I feel like escaping, when life get’s tough and I want to runaway, that grasp is so tight that it holds me still, as all the emotion powers through my body and releases into the air. 

Come share the world with me… Learn together, challenge together, expand together. 

I’ll be your muse, your morning coffee and your compass through the dark. As you are for me, together holding light.

Do I believe in true love?