Traditions

There's a tradition of oneness in loving, 

one that I'd never dare break.

Something in the giving of a part of you to someone else. 

Perhaps those two parts converge to create two independent souls that

choose to live their lives so linked toegether. 

I suppose it's nice,

such an intimacy as being able to make a part of you belong to another. 

It's even nicer if that part of you is accepted by someone else

and not tossed back at you like the fading tide. 

There are just so many not necessarily broken bits,

looking for what they believe will make them whole in the end. 

It's such a shame that they never know what's truly necessary to fulfil that. 

While I like to have the bold confidence to say that I don't need to be completed, 

but boy would I love to have my imagination fulfilled to what I imagine it to almost feel like.

There are so many stereotypical moments

that are supposed to happen between two people like that. 

I wanted them all with you. 

And though I clearly see the impossibility of this, 

I miss having hope for the lightest creak of a chance.

Perhaps that is what I long for.

That one chance that I lost. 

The potential energy that fled. 

Maybe I just miss the rising action, 

but the things that went wrong in the plot were too much. 

Someone,

anyone please break my tradition of skipping the plot entirely. 

Someone take my fear and put it into a light box,

so that at least then I could see why it scares me so much. 

Someone break the traditional thought that things can't be taken slow during youth.

It's not my fault that my mind takes a little too much, 

almost an unbearable amount of time to process emotion. 

I'm sorry for keeping things so mundane. 

I apologize for my being so caught in my ways that I couldn't bend them for you. 

I apologize for not breaking the mold that I grew up in,

in time for you to still care. 

Perhaps at some point I'll be able to liberate myself of my stubborn ways. 

Whether you will be there or not need not matter,

because the objective is for me to learn as much as I can until I cannot. 

People are put in places of our lives to learn from them in whichever way we're meant to. 

Whether it be in constant love, 

and that love be shared or cherished alone,

or as a memory. 

I don't know if your page in my book will be one that I'll like to look at all too often.

But having read it once,

I trust that time will pass before I must relive its contents. 

Though that does indeed imply that sometime, I must actually do so.

You are a tradition that will take time to break. 

For now, 

I will struggle with you standing in front of me,

but everything about you far behind.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.