An Unlived Love Story.
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Faith was our enemy for years to pass.
Time was the battlefield we both trod upon.
We both carried crosses crafted by our own hands.
With each nail we placed in our own flesh, we cried together. Comforting each other as the storms of despair passed us by.
Little did we know with each passing year we’d get to know each other in ways only most can wish for.
The time has come where we both walk free from the chains of our circumstances. Now where do we stand, I ask.
Was faith really our enemy or was it our ally? Was time our battlefield or was it a blessing?
I stand upon the bridge I’ve built with planks of hope. I gaze upon the horizon of the future to see a path splitting in two directions.
I feel the weight of our memories on my back trying to lead me one way, yet the horizon of a magical future pulls me the opposite direction.,
My heart holds on to a piece of his soul in hopes one day we’ll share our lives together. Is hope the creator of paths leading to choices or is hope merely an emotion feeding one’s illusion of what happiness could be? Should we hold on to hope and make choices, or stop fearing and let go?
I gaze upon the sky. I ask each passing star, does he ever think of me or feel the way I do for him? Does he feel me when I’m not near? Does he love the way I love? Does he long for me as I do for him?
I look down upon waters that were treaded between us. The water runs deep, but the bridge built from years of love is strong enough to hold us still. Why am I standing here alone? Am I still battling with the hands of time? Was I always alone but never aware of it?
He knows my strengths and weaknesses like no other. He touches my heart as no other can. He soothes my soul when I’m hurting. He touches my body with his in ways no one can. My body doesn’t stop yearning for his. He holds me back when I want to run. He grounds me when I’m not here. Yet the air I breathe still has the scent of confusion.
As I stare into the horizon, I hear the water running below my feet. I hold on to to the bridge we built, wondering which way to go. My heart feels dizzy. My soul feels lonely. My mind keeps running. My body is cold missing his warmth inside of me.
My only solace is this empty canvas. A place where my heart feels safe to speak. The art within my soul lies deep in my heart. A language he’s learned to speak with me.
I’ve come to realize the moment I no longer stand alone will be the time to build our own path together.
Until then I’ll continue to gaze upon the future, hoping that sooner than later I’ll begin creating a new path. Only life knows who will be standing by my side… will it be him or an unlived love story?
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Natasha Campisi is a lover of life. She is a warrior of light fiercely living a life filled with experiences. Conquering every challenge with victories of growth. A rebel with a cause. A survivor treading life holding a sword of courage and bravery. A lucid dreamer journeying upon this earth in search of strengthening her inner soul to become inwardly aware of unconditional love. Every battle wound healed takes her closer to purest truth of the meaning of life.
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