Love Beyond Possession

Isn’t that funny? The complexity of life. You can be entirely and hopelessly in love with someone and still choose to walk away. You can have two souls who fit together in ways that are indescribable and so wonderful. The kind of love that saves, awakens, and brings a garden of life back to a barren wasteland. Maybe that’s a part of the beauty of it all. It’s heartbreakingly beautiful. To find a love that sees all of you and loves you for it, that brings you back to yourself. To let the light of that love shine through all the deepest and darkest parts of you. 

To feel as though you have never been in love before that moment. Knowing the other half of it feels the same way. The sound of their voice brings you right back to the spot where you fell so hopefully in love with them. 

And then to release it, not because you don’t but because you love them so abundantly that if, for a second, your love can spare them pain, you do it. You jump off the preverbal cliff, and you release them. You let them find what they need, and you give them the release from your love that they need. You hold your broken heart in your hand, and you walk away. You love them harder despite the fact you want to clutch it so tight they can’t leave. 

I think that’s actual love. It’s not the need to possess or own. It’s the freedom to come and go and explore. It has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life to love so deeply and freely. I want to have every fiber of my being explode with love, to crave it and wish for it. To bask in the sunlight of being indeed seen and loved. And then to let it go.