Love letter # 87

Before I became the fool I am now, I too was foolish. Like you, I stumbled, believing the fiction, the myth of lovers. Entranced, unseeing, I ran into the wall of folly. There I was burned alive, and put others to the flame. I broke all my promises and was, in turn, let down. Thereafter, I grew tired, no longer able to dream.

Eventually, the line was drawn, the search abandoned. Before long, my disappointment flowered into contentment. The gift of apostasy. Not so much alone, as becalmed. Clear. Awake.

Yet even now, vision unimpaired, I am aware. For if, around a corner, we should meet, I will know you at once. By your light. And I shall be blinded anew. With eyes wide. Glad to fall once more.

Until then, I shall walk steady. Not looking. Not hoping. Simply ready.

Know that I am here. Find me if you may. Because I will never hide from you.