I often sit and wonder if true love is real.
I’ve decided it can’t be.
It’s a myth, a fairy tale of lies and deceit.
I have seen so many romantics, so much love, to had such high hopes and excitement for the day I marry…
Only to be shown that true love can’t possibly exist beneath scars,
Pain, lies, coercion, manipulation, discouragement, selfishness, misogyny, belittling, and backhanded words.
True love must not exist, if I’ve experienced these things, right?
Right?…. no.
True love exists in the tiny faces that look up from your arms
True love exists in the little hearts that were grown in your womb
True love exists in the small hands that tuck themselves into yours.
True love needn’t be a man.
If he is, I hope to meet him someday, and laugh at this writing.
~A
Ink & Embers 