The Power of Love
Every time he says I deserve someone better my heart sinks because there is no one better. It hurts when he puts himself down because I love him so much and I know what he’s saying isn’t true. When he plays with guns I’m edgy. I fear for him; I worry for him; I love him so much. When he’s depressed, I’m depressed. The future frightens me sometimes. No one knows what the future will be like, what the world will be like 20 years from now, let alone 1 year from now, or one month, or even one week or a day. No one knows what the future has in store for us; no one can know. It’s impossible. Sometimes I wish I knew the future, knew what was going to happen. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know the past, what did happen; then there’s the present. The present is odd. Sometimes I wish the present would happen quicker, or slower, or more often. Sometimes I wish the present was the past or sometimes the future. Sometimes I just wish the present didn’t happen at all. And when he gets that quaver in his voice I get so worried, my heart sinks, I get a lump in my throat, I love him so much. I don’t know why these feelings are what they are or why they are, I guess it’s all the power of love.