Savior

There are many things in life we weren't made to explicate, and love is definitely one of those factors. It blinds you to an extent you don’t know how to comprehend what is right or wrong. You start to make yourself believe that whatever it is you’re feeling, seeing, understanding, is completely what you’ve been dreaming for. When really, it might only be the beginning of your worst nightmare. I believe what caught my attention the most about this whole situation is that I never anticipated it to transpire. Funny thing is, you’re so caught up in the moment you don’t even have time to apprehend what's ensuing. It had an aggregated hold on me and I didn’t know how to flee from it. I surrendered, because I found myself captivated. It was my personal sugarcoated drug that took me on a continuous roller coaster ride of highs and lows. All in which, I craved like a drug addict. For who wouldn’t want something better than ecstasy? It conclusively inhabited my mind, body and soul that I couldn’t possibly envision life without it. I’d probably just shrink up, shrivel, rot, then dust up into insignificantly nothing. However, I was mistaken. As I came to shrink, I was watered. To shrivel, I was revived. To rot, I was flourished. What came to be of nothing became something. Not any something, but me. This is my love story. This is how my dark hole found its light. I didn’t need rehab, a drink nor he. I needed hope, and faith for a better tomorrow. Once I realized that, I had found my savior, and no it wasn’t Jesus Christ. It was I.