The Fire of My Soul
I thought that I had it all figured out. I honestly believed that by feeling the love for someone and feeling the love reciprocated was enough to fill my soul; a yearning that I never knew existed within me until recently. I thought that it was okay to not physically be with her, and that the knowing and feeling of the love was enough. I was wrong. It’s easy for me to place the blame on her as I have been for so many times in the past. But the truth is this time, she was nothing but kind to me. She was present, I felt her care and her warmth felt like home to me. She wouldn’t recoil anymore whenever our fingers touched or if I gently placed my palm on the small of her back as we walked down the hallway. Despite all this, a growing sadness crept up from beneath. The more she showed her love towards me, the sadder I became. It’s a sadness that I couldn’t shake off, as the only way for me to move away from feeling the pain was to be with her; to spend every waking minute around...