Chaos of love

In complete chaos, when the ground trembled beneath me, I found myself falling, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Yet, there was a strange comfort in that moment of vulnerability, sitting there, unsure of how to rise again. It was a metaphor for love, for life itself.

I'm captivated by the simplicity of what's easy to love, but my heart yearns for the challenge of loving deeply, recklessly. It's a paradox, the easiest and hardest thing in the world, this act of loving. I embrace it, knowing that with love comes the inevitable pain, the bleeding of the heart that always follows.

Yet, despite the fear, I am drawn to this love like a moth to a flame. It consumes me, fills me with a mixture of joy and trepidation. I want to scream from the mountaintops, to declare my love to the world, but instead, I choose to remain silent, savoring the sweetness of this emotion in secret.

You, there in your world, and me, here in mine, separated yet connected by this invisible thread of love. It's a bittersweet symphony, a dance of emotions that both inspires and torments me. I miss it even as I revel in it, finding solace in the beauty of this complicated, messy, exquisite thing called love.

And so, I find myself here, in this moment, loving it all—the pain, the joy, the uncertainty. It's a chest full of emotions, a torn poem of love and longing, a masterpiece in the making. Just loving it, as it always was, as it will always be. ??

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer