To Feel Love
I'm Just Trying to Make Sense of Our Most Complicated Emotion by Writing
Imagine this, you're walking through a woods. It’s not a bad day, not altogether unpleasant. There are moments of difficulty, where your path is rocky. And moments of calm where your route seems clear.
Now imagine the sun starts to creep through the leaves, filling you with warmth, blessing your skin with vitamin D. Now it’s a mediocre day gone wild. You smile from ear to ear a wistful sun child.
Now that day is life and the sun is love. And once you’ve had a glimmer of its touch once will never be enough. We start running. We are searching for a clearing, a blissful pool of sunlight we can emerge into and immerse ourselves in.
That taste of perfection has set off a yearning. Awoken a need to feed at love's fine feast. But, beware of greed. For some find a love too strong, and wait around in the sunlight a little too long. This is how we burn, when our desire for something we do not realise is no longer good for us, is combined with our fear of being left alone.
For others, it doesn’t go wrong, even when flying close to the sun. In this tale Icarus lives on. These people find balance, they discover the fine line between being too separate and being too dependent. It isn’t easy.
Yet, for some after that first glimmer, the sunlight then proceeds to evade them completely. Left in the dark forever searching for the other half of their heart.
But we’ve all had a touch, a moment of this blessed feeling lingering on our skin. Just enough for the effects to set in. So we run through the woods searching, waiting for our fairy-tales to begin.
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