Ever since she encountered loss, however brief, her heart started with those
cracks. And then some shards here and there. A few pieces kept falling out
without her realizing. Those tiny voids didn't come to mean much.. She would
always learn to live with it before another one of those cracks would slice her
through. In those snippy terse confrontations with her heartbreaks, her world
would collide with the universe; in her head, there was just abyss.
Concurrent lapses of darkness and one rainy evening, she only finds a
hole where her heart resided once. There's nothing left, not enough, even for
tears. A silent, gaping, numb hole. But love would still come seeking her. Such
loves she couldn't fulfill or deny. 'Heartless' they might call her then. But
literally so. Coming around in bits and pieces, the hole would fill up some, fall
out a bit more.
So much was buried in the confines of the dark, cracked crevice. She let
no one see those dark secrets in the fear of loss. He had unknowingly induced
healing in her. Piece by piece she was coming around. He illuminated the
crevice, her secrets ablaze, and however ugly, this time she didn't try to hide
them. Whether intoxicated with passion, the veil of fear had vanished from
between them. Emotions were felt on a greater intensity, she hardly knew what
she was doing. She was enveloped in a force led by her subconscious, she was
busy taming the wildly galloping horses of her heart. A glimpse would curb all
her unending questions. There was just one answer. That she was happy. And she
didn't need a reason.
Sometimes in the dark of the night, they would question all of it, all
over again. The invisible line that they kept crossing and pushing each other
back on, the deciphering of spoken emotions and unspoken words, the assumptions
of regrets, the expectations of hopes, the confusion of dwindling veils. Often,
all the looming questions in the air made it hard to breathe. So much dilemma. Such quiet
drama.
Faced with each other, it all ceased to matter. They were only happy
then. She was happy. And there wasn't a need of any answers. Happiness. And she's asking for
nothing more. Nothing more.
- ThatGirl.Again
