She thought the stars radiated from your eyes.
And every laugh she could elicit from that beautiful mouth—perfection.
Your arms held the world, and she was included in that.
It was everything she could have hoped for,
And maybe that was the problem.
She saw your flaws,
never ever once tried to change them.
Because isn’t that what love is?
Isn’t that what we’re taught?
—To love is to accept. To love is to cherish, to care for, to be, in simple terms, selfless.
and all of the above.
It’s a checklist.
We go down the line, and
—mark the things they have and ignore the ones they don’t.
love can save and withstand and strengthen.
It does not falter. It does not waiver.
she did not love you.
But, she wanted to.
Not out of desperation or loneliness.
It was nothing complicated.
There was no hidden agenda,
no person from the past she wanted to forget.
She just knew
was the next
She’d read the books.
She’d seen the movies.
She’d listened to the songs.
She knew what love was supposed to feel like.
She knew what love was supposed to look like.
She knew what love was supposed to sound like.
It felt like
and looked like
and sounded like
And she wasn’t stupid.
She didn’t let you know that.
the very end.
she should have been stupid.
Maybe she should have let you know.
Maybe she shouldn’t have listened to those songs or read those books.
Maybe she should have just been
Because love is not all-accepting.
It is not selfless.
It is not this
or all of the above.
It is parts,
and it is messy.
It is being half empty,
never half full.
It is having everything,
It is compromise,
and being scared
We weren’t taught that.
No one told us how broken it was.
No one told us that stars don’t really radiate from anyone’s eyes.
Or that laughter is temporary.
No one said,
he never said,
that arms become tired
they let go.
even if they don’t want to.