Love is like a plant to the sun.
Mine was under a box with a small hole. So it wilted with each day, and tried to grow around it. But I would move the box. It grew up towards the light streaming through the small wear at a corner, where the light came through.
Removing the box, it once again flourishes.
Relief and strength and smiles come once again. As does hope.
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What that means.. Box is me trying to stop loving. It's the 'harsh truth', and the 'facts' that kept me from loving him. The box not only blocks light, but spreads darkness. Darkness is my confusion, fear, mistakes. Such as thinking he hated me.
The light streaming through is that little hint of denial I have, the little hope, the little love I have left.
Removing the box, is my decision to not hide that I love him, to try to wait for him, to not care of how hard it would be.
Reach out towards the sun.. No matter how far away. :)
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