I’ve seen and been through a great deal of things in my life. From each, I have come to consume a great deal of knowledge. I have learned that some things you will see can be truly haunting and terrifying. They can stalk your dreams and get you while you sleep. There are things that you can experience that will cut you deeply. They will make you bleed, and no matter what those wounds do to you, they never seem to completely heal. Instead they bear a reminder of what you’ve seen and been through. They appear as scars that blemish otherwise perfect skin, as a mark of resilience, as a mark of a fight won or a mark of a battle lost. Either way they become forever sown into the depths of your being.
For a many number of years I often wondered if there ever was a way to forget, to move on and leave the past where it belongs. And it sounds almost cliched, what I’m about to say, that is. But it’s weird because it’s really simple. There isn’t a way to forget, because those experiences are what make you who you are, but there is something that can soothe the pain of it all. And as cliched as it sounds, it’s love. Love. I guess it’s in its simplicity, the thing which makes it so beautiful. You can’t forget the past, you can’t forget the pain but love can wrap around those wounds like a bandaid. And while it masks the wounds from view, love works to heal them. And it may not do completely. That’s probably too much to ask. But love has a way of washing you with a beautiful calm, a serene peace. Over the last month I’ve started to heal from my past. And honestly, cliched or not, it’s her love that makes it so. I’ve never felt so free of my past. I have never felt so different. Like a completely new incarnation of myself. I’ve never been so happy. So I thank love, and her, for loving me the way she does.
