THAT WASN’T LOVE
I didn’t know it was a trigger until it demobilized me. Thoughts of doubt, insecurity, shame and feeling unwanted chased me down the hallways of my already cluttered mind. I didn’t know it wasn’t love because I never thought about it not being Love. It was just…yeah.
Fast forward to Love unsolicited but so desperately needed. It manifested in a myriad of tones; and it felt so good, I had no time to analyze its motive. For it washed over streams gone arid and edges gone jagged and it made me…it made me feel so beautiful again.
Love. Real. Fueled by No Greater Love adds no sorrow.
PS: It can still be a good day
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