We become who we are

clip_image001Love is saccharine; and then, it can be a bitter gourd.

At one moment, it bathes you with sweet nothings. In time, it then cascades into a flowing river of milk and honey. Multi-colored flowers smile in delight, butterflies dance in exquisite patterns, and the birds echo one’s declaration of love in that tranquil, captivating melody.

Loving and being loved is such a blissful journey towards Eden.

At another time, a threat approaches speedily. Like a roaring lion, it lunges to devour love’s sweetness. Thunders clap and lightning strikes, now seeing the opportunity to plant fear, distrust, and hopelessness. At a quick glance, Eden has turned into a fiery place with gloomy, hovering, stormy clouds and winds threatening destruction. The serpent has stricken, and the hearts grow black as coal.

When will love be restored? Where is sunshine? Where is light? The once tender voice has grown cold, and what used to be yours is slowly being taken away. That gentle care has been forgotten, or maybe… just buried in the deep.

Raucous sounds, I can hear them. They’re trying to drive me away. Help! They’re deceiving me. Help! They’re stealing my joy. It can’t be. This thing I’m holding they want to dig up, but I won’t relinquish it. NO. It is prized dearly.

Reality hit me hard, and I came to my senses. I knew then

That… wasted love should not exist.

That… existing love should not be wasted.

We become who we are through our tribulations. And that one true love is never an exemption.

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