The Secret To Love

 

 

I never stopped loving them.

I never stopped loving a single one of them.

Those that hurt me those that used me and those that abused me.

Their hearts they turned to stone.

Their hearts they turned cold.

But I don’t want to. But I don’t want to.

I will not turn bitter. I will not turn off my heart.

They can if they want to.

But I don’t want to. But I don’t want to.

Yes I distance myself from them.

Yes I do so they can no longer injure me.

But I never stop loving.

I don’t want to. I don’t want to.

I choose my heart to feel; to feel the pain; to feel the love; red and alive beating hard inside.

I choose to let the wet, hot tears of sorrow burn my cheeks.

I choose to cry at night. I choose to feel to know I am alive.

They can choose the numbing cold.

They can choose  to look down from mountains of loneliness.

They can choose  to  stay in the cold emotional places.

But I choose the passion.

I choose the red pain.

I choose to love fully again.

The secret to love is to let yourself feel everything.

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