Love letter # 217

Ask once and the answer is yes. Ask a hundred times and it will be no.

My love will not hold up under scrutiny. It will not consistently meet the criteria. Neither will yours. Therefore, I shall not dissect and quantify your affections, just as I shall not expect them. Although you have said “I love you” today, there is no guarantee for tomorrow.

It is the same here – in my heart. At any moment, the drummer may grow tired. Stop. In the morning, I may already be cold. Or I might wake to the turn of your shoulder.

Our love is as tenuous as we are. Our promises as breakable as bones. Of the light we can say only one thing with certainty: that it will make shadows. At first, this will seem sad, like a form of loss, until we remember that the night is proof of stars.

So do not ask again. And I shall not answer. Only then may we continue to believe.