If I were a Disney character, I would be known as Pinocchio. When people ask me how are you, I always say fine thank you. While all I feel is the pain of being miles away from the person I love. It makes my body itch. Leaving me with a cringe and urge to crawl out of my own skin.
I am a liar. When people ask me if I’m single, I nod even though I am not. I am a liar and I keep the truth tangled up in my throat. Hidden from family and friends. Hidden from society. Hidden from the law. I am a woman who’s madly in love. And I want to kiss him and hug without being judged.
I want to say the truth without being afraid, without having that feeling of wanting to throw up every time I not to another lie and deny because I am afraid to answer back with Yes while looking back at the crowd eye to eye. Because I’m afraid my mom saying end it. Because I’m trying to water my roots and his so our love blooms and lives like a forest for centuries, I refuse to live like these a little tulip in a small pot on another window cill, fighting for its life with all its will once the weather starts to chill and the snow falls freezing its every cell. Making it forgotten like fossils laying unknown in dried up river streams for thousands of years waiting to be discovered, waiting to be adored and cared for even if in this case it’s destiny will be behind a locked up museum door.
I refuse to hid like a woman disguising her virginity behind a birth control pill. I refuse to let our love wilt and scatter as if we never mattered. Every love story deserves a chance, a little light, a little faith, a little of this and that..
God Bless Us..
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