Dear Love of My Life,
I won’t lie—love scares me. Maybe it’s because I’m insecure about a few things. Like…
What do I do when love is no longer enough? Because it never is, not on its own.
What do I do on days I crave solitude but still ache for your presence beside me?
What do I do when we disagree, and my pride won’t let me admit I’m wrong?
What do I do when you need more from me than I can give?
Or on days when I let you down, or I’m too drained to make you happy?
What do I do when the fire between us burns low?
When you stop feeling the spark, and I no longer reach for a lighter to reignite it?
What do I do on days my own sparks are extinguished—
When the butterflies in my stomach are too weary to flutter,
When my heart stops skipping beats and settles into its normal rhythm?
What do I do when you want to sweep me off my feet, but I have the strength to stand on my own?
What do I do when I fear I’m no longer enough for you?
What do we do on the days love feels fragile?
I don’t have the answers, but I hope you do.
Love, Kanyin.
