I have always been guided by the light of love; a love I never quite attained, but nevertheless remained hopeful of achieving.
I’d thought this was finally it. I was sure I would bask in the warm glow of true love, of passion, friendship, and acceptance, for the rest of forever.
We had a couple false starts and the light dimmed temporarily, but I remained confident we would rekindle it. I thought he and I both longed for the light of love.
But now I must accept the fact—he is only comfortable in the darkness.
This blackout is permanent.