“Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger
Only to someone who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket to protect you.” ~ Hafiz
It turns out you can be song. A wished for song.
And not be afraid. Or asked to always wait at the gate because someone can’t be bothered to make room for you in the house, at the table, in the bed.
It turns out you can be wanted and needed without guilt or shame for also wanting and needing.
That you can be welcomed to actually live the words you hear….and that they are not taken back.
That you can stay in the arms that hold you.
It turns out love is not selfish or cruel or tired or busy with other things, always more important and urgent than you.
It turns out you are necessary. That you can have everything…everything…in infinite tenderness…simply, gently, with fire and a song…without having to even ask.
Because someone sees you. And wants to. And would not have it otherwise.
It turns out love is everything you’ve ever imagined. And so much more that you did not.