Wish I felt that. For you to be happy, for me to be happy.
All I wanted was to be happy. Like an animated kid jumping to catch her red helium balloon rising in the wind, I chased it through those convoluted streets, fast and determined. Not losing sight. Until it was a shrinking speck and I could only stand, breathless, arms defeated by my side. Looking up dazed, when it’s string was only moments ago tied tight around her little wrist.
“Love doesn’t hurt. If it hurts it’s something else. Fear. Attachment. Idolatry. Addiction. Possessiveness.”
And every time I’ve loved it has been every one of those things, but, happiness.