The thought of losing you was enough to make me comport myself.

Your very presence brought a smile to my face,

your very presence consumed my every being.

I met you at a time I was barely holding it together.

Every other night, I’d shed a single tear

because a hard girl like me can’t be caught crying.

Seconds turned to minutes,

minutes to hours,

hours to days,

days to weeks,

and suddenly I couldn’t remember the last time I cried.

To me, you healed me,

but truthfully I buried my emotions

and pushed love up.

The love I had for you suppressed every other emotion

I had ever bottled up,

and it seemed like it wouldn’t explode anytime soon.

The love I had for you made me see life in a different light,

the love I had for you made me happy.

Something changed,

maybe I didn’t realize due to my clouded judgment,

but the signs were there,

and when I realized, it was too late.

Truly, but slowly,

my emotions started resurfacing.

I started experiencing little things on a deeper level,

and at the same time,

I lost someone very dear,

not to death but to choice,

and that was the beginning of life after love. If I was being honest my love for you proved that I’m still capable of love.