Poets is powered by Vocal.
Vocal is a platform that provides storytelling tools and engaged communities for writers, musicians, filmmakers, podcasters, and other creators to get discovered and fund their creativity.
How does Vocal work?
Creators share their stories on Vocal’s communities. In return, creators earn money when they are tipped and when their stories are read.
How do I join Vocal?
Vocal welcomes creators of all shapes and sizes. Join for free and start creating.
To learn more about Vocal, visit our resources.Show less
It was when she didn’t find the time to be with me in my greatest need that I knew
our so-called love affair was founded on shaky grounds. We liked each other from the start,
and in truth there is much about her that I still like, but the deep fault line that appeared
one lonely night was not anything either of us could have anticipated let alone know how to
bridge. She had said enough right things to make me believe she was the right one,
and every once in while you have to take a leap of faith into the unknown in order
to then know what you could have with someone. But my leap of faith threw me into
an abyss and, despite all my efforts to soften the fall, I landed with a hard thud on a jagged
edge of my own reality. I now had to ask myself the very tough questions I sought to avoid,
the kinds of questions that get you to look at yourself from an altogether different perspective.
How could you like someone and not figure out if there is a promise of true love to fulfill?
How could you think you have laid a solid base, and yet you don’t see that the grounds are soft?
There are so many ways to look at love that often you just have close your eyes and feel it instead.
She was deeply hurt when I broke up with her, and I know it really shook her faith in men. But
I was only a man with my own pain that needed to be heard, maybe given a tender hug to convey
that not everything in life will be provided by others in a timely manner. Of course it’s all easier said
than done after the fact, with twenty-twenty hindsight. You only live with yourself as much as you
love yourself, as if you are the only one that matters. Only then you love someone completely.
Copyright © 2017, Joseph Civitella.