When all the hard emotions leave… and softness returns. One thing I know. My love is not of attachment. My love just is. Love. Not defined by space or time… If my love is true love, then I wish nothing more and nothing less of my beloved. I wish him love, I give him love and I want nothing back. Period. He is free to go. He has no bondage to me. Memories and moments are close reminders. But he is not held for the sake of them.
He is loved. And he is free. Because love is not to have as a thing, not to keep in a box, not to preserve motionless in time; it is to feel and to know- no matter what, it remains untouchable, unbreakable. It just is.
He can push it away. He can say and do things to try to stop it, but there is no use. This love will find its way. At his weakest, at his strongest. At his saddest and most happy. It will always be with him. He will always be loved. For nothing in return. Absolutely nothing. My love is free.
Yours Truly,
Truth.