Misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: Morning Glory
This is the calm after the storm when everything was said and done. There laid the pieces of our hearts, shattered by the violence of our words of the day before.
It feels as if we woke up from a nightmare, exhausted, heartbroken, with acute senses. We could feel the warm breeze on our faces again, the sting of the open wounds we still carry, the dried tears on our faces, the latest testimonies of war.
We look at each other, still at a safe distance for we aren't sure yet. Are we going to rip each other's throat like the night before? Are we going to let doubt and fear creep into our hearts? Are we letting darkness win over? We cautiously gather the broken pieces on the floor and carry our hearts in our hands.
We look at each other, confused, upset, and ashamed. Yes, why did we have to hurt the other with words we weren't even thinking? why did we have to spit at our faces, the lies, and fear we keep telling ourselves?
I guess, deep down we both fear being left behind. We both fear to be alone again. We both fear to have the other wake up one day and see that we are not enough.
We look at each other and we realize that we lived through another day, and as we look into each other's eyes, we could see again, the love we have for each other. Its warmth soothes our souls and finally, we are able to see each other again, without the rose-tinted glass of self-hatred.
This is the calm after the storm when our war ends. This is the moment we see with clarity that there was no reason to be afraid because the other is genuine in the love they have for us. This is the moment we allow truth to pierce through the thick coat of lies we draped ourselves with. Love, true love, is triumphant.
And we hug. And I can feel that peace I have been craving for. I can feel that truth I have been searching for. You love me and I love you. And that was all we need to understand so the war could end. We love each other, what greater gift to ask for?
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