A Lover’s Quarrel: Lost In The Labyrinth

A Lover’s Quarrel: Lost In The Labyrinth

Love is like a drug and entity that is addicting and that never seems to take responsibility for it’s actions. It makes you desire love and it makes you feel what it’s like to be wanted by something or someone and it makes you want them more and more but in the end you realize that wanting them more will only cause you heart break, and it will set you up for failure. Time passes on and you question yourself on what went wrong in your relationship, while you view the autumn trees looking at you, waving at you with their sun-dried leaves falling off. You ask yourself, why was I such a idiot to be blinded by love to not see the person’s baggage and their insecurities that kept me from finding true love and most of all, which kept me from seeing how much I love them. You feel your soul be set a blazed like you were in Hell’s kitchen, because you hate how your relationship ended, because things could of worked out. You curse and you fight each other, because you both are hurt and you know this wasn’t how this was suppose to go. You cease communication between one another and you walk in the moonlight and you stare at the stars wondering how to cope with your broken heart and the anger you have for one another and then you realize you envy the feeling and essence of what it means to be in love with one another, because someone threw a grenade at your heart and now you can’t repair it like the Great Lord Yahweh repaired the world when he flooded it because he to was frustrated with how things played out. So you try to be friends, but you can’t because, just like the mighty phoenix rose from the ashes to be whole again, so will your feelings you both had for one another and that pain and hurt are still there. You think about the life you had planned with one another and how that was devoured because neither one of you wanted to put your pride aside for the betterment of y’all relationship. Now the love you had for each and the marriage plans you two had are gone in a blink of a eye, because you can’t love one another if you can’t talk out a dispute. It’s never that easy. So if you can’t talk things out in a simple relationship, how will you handle being in a union-ship with each other forever which is called marriage and that is overshadowed by God himself. You have to look inside of yourself and see what is causing all that pain and anger and you have to fix it so you can love again an give love too . But when you do get over that pain and you are able to love each other again. It will a be beautiful sight to see and it will go a little something like this. As we walk across the moonlit path in the forest beyond our two homes, he takes my hand and guides me through the shadows of the night. He soothes my fears of the unknown, as we walk further and further from our feuding homes. Or… were they homes at all? No, to me… Anywhere I am with him is home. It always will be, for we… We are bound tightly together by strings of fate, and we shall never part. ‘Till death do we part’ is nothing compared to how long we shall share our love with each other.  We are lovers. We are one. We are Bound.  That my friend is the definition of true love as known as a Lover’s Quarrel. <3 <3

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