Before I met El, I knew hurt. It lived on my street. It parked it's car in my garage. However, the more I got to know El, I was able to kick hurt to the curb and say good riddance forever. ...Or at least that's what I thought. When we first got together, I exposed myself to El in a way I had never exposed myself before. I was completely vulnerable and open. I took off the "bullet proof vest" that covered my frail heart and tossed it in the garbage. I was free. I was open. I was ...well...I was in love. ...And...then...my whole world came crashing down. Like Sade says...it hit me like a slow bullet (Where was that dang vest? Oh I had tossed it in the garbage). I was so in love with you. You rarely see a love that's true. Wasn't that enough for you? Wasn't that enough for you? I would climb a mountain. I wouldn't want to see you fall. Rock climb for you and give you a reason for it all. ...hit me like a slow bullet...
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So I ask you again...is the "in love" phenomenon a myth? Is there such a thing as being truly in love? I
Once again, I tossed that bullet proof vest aside. Why? To truly experience love again. And this time...well this time, it's so much better than before. If I was wearing the vest this time around, I wouldn't be able to feel the penetration of El's arrow to my heart. So am I open? Yes! Wide open. Will I get hurt again? I don't know. It's possible because I'm exposed. But that is a risk I'm willing to take for love. True love can only occur when you are wide open. So El, hit me with your best shot. Fire away!
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