It was that all consuming kind of love. The kind that sucks you in no matter how hard you fight to keep bits of yourself from falling off. The kind that soaks you in other realms so beautiful you have no idea where you have been. But in the end - no matter what - it chews you up and spits you out, wrings every last ounce of strength from your earthly body and leaves you withering on some lonely street corner in some unknown part of the Universe.
Even if he doesn't leave you, even if you get through and work through all the nasty bits and all the incredible bits, you end up grieving, your heart shattered like crushed ice in bitters, as you leave him for heaven, or he leaves you for hell.
To Come Forth Gradually into Being
8 years ago
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