And you know what it is?
It’s the soft spot we have for the person. You know what I’m talking about. The I hate you, but I love you type of relationship. The I can’t stand you, but don’t leave person we all adore. The you make me feel amazing and like shit at the same time.
This very person, the idea of this human in the flesh is quite absurd.
You cannot let go of them no matter how many times you have attempted to. It’s like trying to kill yourself with a butter knife, it doesn’t cut you anywhere, but still you’ll try it.
It’s this hollow and deep person.
You want their shallow.
You need their depth.
This person, who you thought was perfect… you eventually saw flaws.
Or maybe you saw how flawed they were and became intrigued… if you stare into a blackhole long enough you’ll eventually see the beauty within it. The light disappearing into its spaceless appearance. Absorbing your many colors and leaving nothing, but a still painting made from your passions.
It’s the soft spot, I tell you.
I don’t want to talk to you anymore.
Two hours later–
Hey, I missed you.
Can we hang out?
Hey, I’m sorry. I was being a jerk.
How’s your day going?
I didn’t mean it…
Can you forgive me?
I wasn’t thinking,
why do we argue so much?
It all works out with this person.
It could be a lover, or a friend.
Most of the time?
It’s a lover.
You could say they’re like
the first breath taken
after you held your head
under water to see
if you can go under
long enough without
drowning.
You could say they’re like
the first time you knew
that this was it, you had
to love this person…
even if they broke you
and cut you down at
every fucking angle.
You could say they were
made from the same star as you;
made from the same stardust,
made at the same time,
the universe gave both of you
more than enough second chances.
You could say both of you
blew them all away for a
chance with this thing
called love; this terrible,
but beautiful thing.
I’ve ran out of ways to describe love,
so it’s a thing now.
It has too much emotion,
but it also has none.
We put effort into such a powerful being, how destructive they could be,
how soft and delicate they can touch,
and how lovely their eyes can feel.
It’s like finding that perfect flower
and snapping a picture of it.
It’s like finding broken glass
and wondering who broke it.
It’s like falling in love everyday
and finding new reasons to stay.
It’s like feeling soft skin after a shower
and wondering how lucky you got.
It’s like freeing up your mind
and only smiling to their laughter.
It’s like flipping the goddamn table
and calmly breathing when they wink.
It’s like forgetting your name
and remembering only theirs.
It’s like flying into their eyes
and not caring about the time.
It’s like fearing everything they can do
and not stopping when it hurts.
You see… this person.
The idea of what they can do,
what they will do,
and how badly
this may end up…
None of it matters.
Well, this is the soft spot.
The person you will always love.