Blessing

"I will keep you close. Let my heart love you."

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“Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.”
― L.J. Shen, Defy

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I am sorry,
not for loving you,
never for that,
but for the way my life has become
a divided sky
where two storms cannot agree
on which is coming.

My father wishes we never met.
Maybe he is afraid
of how brightly I burn
when I speak of you,
how it does not resemble caution,
how it refuses to dim itself
into something explainable.

But how do I tell him
that this,
this is not chaos.

My mother sees it.
Something in me has come alive
in a way that does not frighten her,
only softens her gaze
like she is watching a flower
open without force.

She is afraid for me too,
but her fear has hands that bless,
not hands that close.

But when I turn toward you,
there is no division.

I will keep you close.
Let my heart love you.

Not as rebellion,
not as defiance.
Softer, deeper,
more honest than fear.

Because whatever this is,
however fragile, however unproven,
it is the most real
my heart has ever been.

And I cannot unlearn
what it means
to feel alive
in the direction of you.

Call it reckless.
Call it impossible.
Call it a mistake waiting to happen.

I will still choose you.

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Dear reader, always choose love. Even if you risk it all. Even if your family disapproves. Pick love if you think it is the right decision. It is your life. Too short not to love fully.