The operative term is fall. Not jump, not walk, not run, not crawl, but fall. It denotes plummeting from a height, incurring wounds and bruises.
They say actions speak louder than words. But words sometimes overwhelm actions. Remember that one time when that girl you liked told you she adores you? Did your stomach churn, your hands shook and your knees weaken? Did your cheeks numb red and your lips stiffen? Did your heart beat a staccato of silence and gunfire? Did those words stop you from moving? Did you just stand there, relishing what those words might mean?
They say actions speak louder than words. But sometimes, actions speak nothing at all. Have you ever thought of that one time that boy who never failed to send you sweet text messages first thing in the morning? How about those times when he would carry your books and walk you to your next class and then fetch you after? Remember that one time he let you be with him for hours on end, not saying a word to each other but just being present?
And remember the time when everything became different and then suddenly they just… disappeared?
You just stood there, empty and heartbroken. In your mind you hoped that you could have sealed anything what you both had with words, for you know you already fell.
The operative term is fall. Not jump, not walk, not run, not crawl, but fall. It denotes plummeting from a height, incurring wounds and bruises. That is why it is called falling in love. You may end up hurt, maimed, or even worse – dead.
But most of the time, we are lucky enough to heal. And most of the wounds left will be replaced with marks that only you can choose to either keep or erase.
Connect the dots and trace the paths of how each one of us got here. Trace them back to the broken lines, the crooked edges, and the rusty screws. You started with a scar. You greeted the world crying, but with eyes full of wonder. And just as soon as the cord connecting you from the woman who gave you birth was cut and has healed, you are left with a scar.
Most people try to heal scars. The truth is, life brands you. And the marks it leaves you have no choice but to embrace it. It is like a trinket we pick up on the beach, a souvenir of a place we have once been that we decorate our shelves with. It is a reminder of a memory.
A scar is neither a disease to be treated nor another wound to be healed. A scar is what is left after the healing has been done. A scar is a proof that you have been made whole again.
Falling in love is a conscious effort to fit in. It is a decision to celebrate flaws and accept differences. Your strengths and weaknesses are so different yet those polar opposites begin to meet at the joints and screws themselves together like perfect yins and yangs, like fingers interlocking with the gaps in between each of them. It is finding someone who will get wounded with you, heal with you and make new scars with you.
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They say action speaks louder than words. Every action is movement. And every word is a story. Remember, you will fall in love again, repeating the circular movement of the story, acquiring more memories, learning more lessons and healing more scars.
The operative term is fall. Not jump, not walk, not run, not crawl, but fall. It denotes plummeting from a height, incurring wounds and bruises. That is why it is called falling in love. You may end up hurt, maimed, or even worse – dead.
You end up hurt or dead… unless someone catches you.
Do know that Someone out there is ready to catch you. He is always there waiting for you. He also has scars on His hands and feet. His scars are proof of the true meaning of love. His scars saved us all from pain that we can never bear.
To fall is your choice. To allow yourself to be caught by someone is apparently your choice too.
