a ridiculously long phone call later, we’re back together. will it ever be what it once was? will i be able to let you hold me when i get off the plane? will the cuts and bruises heal before new ones are formed? love is as fleeting as the mid-winter sunshine. there at half past four, and gone by the time the clock strikes five. it is learned and yet, it is a part of our nature. do not be malicious to those you love. do not take the very mistakes they’ll regret for a lifetime and punish them with it. do not mistake your wrong-doing with the perspective that the world is against you. we both have a lot of self-growth and discovery ahead of us. this takes patience, and kindness, and communication. we may never see eye to eye, but however high or low we must stoop to get closer to one another, we must try. we are not perfect by any means. but we are a team. i can only hope that you see the cracks in our armor as clearly as i do. love alone cannot mend them, for love is fleeting. we must build on the foundation of respect and trust. without these elements, we are as lost as i was when you first found me. i too, have my reservations and my insecurities, but i will set them aside for the sake of what could be.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.