Tell Your Love Story

Tell your Love Story

For Janessa

“It feels so good to tell that.

I can never tell my love story,

It’s not the kind of story people tell.”

Tell my love story.

I was lost, he found me

in a park,

in a restaurant,

in a subway,

in a bar,

in a crack house,

in a jail cell,

in a dance hall,

in a band room,

in a mess in my head,

in the brightest space I’ve ever known

in the darkest place I’ve ever been.

I was empty, she filled me

with laughter,

with hope,

with fear,

with strength,

with weakness,

with courage,

with need,

with desire,

with restraint for things that would hurt me

with joyful abandon for the things that give me wings.

I was broken, he was too

together we fought devastation,

embraced dedication

eradicated desolation

we became whole

and chose a new destination.

I was waiting, she was too

even if we didn’t know what we were waiting for.

I was ready, he was too,

even if we didn’t know what we were ready for.

Everything about our love story hurt, hurts.

Everything about our love story healed, heals.

When I tell my love story it makes me

laugh

cry.

I am nervous

shy

afraid

relieved

overjoyed.

I am always afraid that other people won’t understand my love story.

I think most people are afraid that other people won’t understand their love stories.

Love is a beautiful

powerful

lifesaving

lifechanging

mindaltering

experience.

Tell your love story.

It’s beautiful.

They all are.