Love. A word so simple yet its meaning eludes me. Like playing hide and seek. You know it's there, but you just can't seem to find it.
Or am I just thinking it? Maybe I am the one who's hiding from it. Maybe I am the one that it seeks.
Yet I remain hidden.
Because I am afraid.
Afraid not of love, but all that it entails.
I do not think it's wrong to hide from it. But until I am ready, I will keep myself tucked away.
I hope love waits.
I hope love finds its patience as I am not easily convinced.
Just give me time--just a brief respite.
Tomorrow, I will be the seeker.
Tomorrow, I will meet you halfway.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Love. A word so simple yet its meaning eludes me. Like playing hide and seek. You know it's there, but you just can't seem to find it.
Or am I just thinking it? Maybe I am the one who's hiding from it. Maybe I am the one that it seeks.
Yet I remain hidden.
Because I am afraid.
Afraid not of love, but all that it entails.
I do not think it's wrong to hide from it. But until I am ready, I will keep myself tucked away.
I hope love waits.
I hope love finds its patience as I am not easily convinced.
Just give me time--just a brief respite.
Tomorrow, I will be the seeker.
Tomorrow, I will meet you halfway.
