Mission impossible
I've crawled through ten miles of pain to get here. I've weathered ten thousand storms. I've broken myself to find the answers, and at the end of every day, there is always you. I know I will never get over you. I may get along fine in life. I may "move on," as they say. But there is no moving on in the chambers of my heart. I may forget things upstairs, but there is no forgetting what my heart knows. In my chest, I am wholly yours. What makes life worth living? Isn't it love? Isn't it loving with unreasonable fierceness? If so, then I am living as I should, and harder than I've ever lived. There is no breaking this thing. If you were to tell me again and a thousand times more you cannot make it, I will still love you. I'll stand alone if I can just keep on loving you. No, honey, I will never forget you. I am no longer broken. Maybe some thought my love for you came out of that brokenness, but I am whole again and sane, a complete ma...