Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was alone...maybe not literally. She was loved, to an extend she could not comprehend.
But love was a feeling she despised so pointedly this evening. It was a lost cause, she had decided.
These tears felt familiar. Like a comfort in her moment of desperate longing.
Or at least it brought back feelings of a Christmas, not yet a year past, but ages ago in the steps of her heart.
When she tried to be so strong. Few had ever heard her shed such crushing tears as she did that Christmas Eve...or cry till she shook.
Maybe it was because she knew she'd lost home. And she almost wished there was somewhere for her soul to rest.
Maybe it was because she still hasn't been able to find God, or maybe it was that she was running. Running from him.
Maybe she knew she let go something she never wanted to lose. Things always reached this point of absurdity.
Maybe she couldn't understand how he could love her. Nothing has ever felt so terrifying, so something must be real.
Maybe because her life was never an open book, and she insisted on keeping silent.
Or maybe, she's just tired of falling.
What she did know was that it hurt like hell to leave his arms where she felt safe, warm, and protected. To whom does she belong?
Maybe it was because she still hasn't been able to find God, or maybe it was that she was running. Running from him.
Maybe she knew she let go something she never wanted to lose. Things always reached this point of absurdity.
Maybe she couldn't understand how he could love her. Nothing has ever felt so terrifying, so something must be real.
Maybe because her life was never an open book, and she insisted on keeping silent.
Or maybe, she's just tired of falling.
What she did know was that it hurt like hell to leave his arms where she felt safe, warm, and protected. To whom does she belong?
