Mins,
“Love
bridges the gap between us.”
It has been a week off
writing but not a week off you. Intimacy has this thing it breeds, this sense
of seeing each other not as you aspire to be but as you really are. Maybe love
bridges the gap. Or maybe it is the drug that makes you immune to the great
surge of reality that dawns on you when you realize the person you love is an
absolute idiot. It keeps you going in frenzied hope of change.
Larger than that feeling,
however, is the sense you get that you might be the unwell part of the crucial
duo. The mirror is held up at your own angles and the constant rumours of a
blind side. You do not only focus on all the things the other idiot is doing,
you get a sense that you might be a bigger flaw in the scheme of things to do
with love.
All of this is healthy and
all of this is good for love. Love demystifies in much the same way as light
and all revealing of truth. It is not to support the lie we tell ourselves
about how good we are or the alternate lie that we are bad beyond repair. It is
to say, this is who I am and this is who you are and love will bridge the gap
between us.
I know we have been arguing
a lot lately but we have these specific circumstances that make our fights not
only expected but perhaps necessary. In the end we must even learn to disagree
with levity and lightness.
I don’t doubt our love in
the midst of all our troubles. Every single time it is only thing I never
doubt.
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