Because after the fight, after the pain, came the high, then numbness, nothing. Black. The end of it all and anything forward. Freedom; and that brought with it a contract; become a slave to loneliness and you may be free, and with that comes a loss of love. So which is it, child? You can’t continue this dance between love and freedom, dancing and pulling, back and forth until the threads that hold you together can’t hold on anymore.
You’ll spill everything out, child. All your secrets and fears, and the times you giggled when you should have been polite. All those precious moments when you cried in the dark, tears of pain and loss, hidden so you could seem strong in the light.
Well, choose then, what do you need?
Let it spill then, everything, and be free in that, child. Be free in your love; love for you and for others and most of all for him, the one who loves you back. Be free in his love because you’ve found safety in his arms and in his heart you’re...home.
You’re free child.
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