Once,
there were two,
Two
stories to be told.
Two
that became One,
Him and
her becoming 'them'.
Like
any story worth telling,
This one consists of struggle,
Conflict
to be resolved,
The
flaws of humanity to be overcome.
It's a
story about Love,
A love
shared between two,
Torn
into chaos,
By who
they were.
He was
air,
A
flighty poet looking for meaning,
Searching
the whole world
For
something right in front of him.
She was
fire,
A lost
star in the cosmos,
An
inferno of troubles,
An
abundant courage.
The
throes of passion united them,
Gave
them a sincere love,
But it
wasn't enough.
They
became two again.
If wind
stops,
It is
no longer.
If fire
cools,
It is
no longer.
So she
let him fly,
Her
heat elevating him,
And he
let her burn,
Even
though he hated to leave.
How
could their story,
How
could they,
Ever
overcome this distance,
And
unite their two natures?
She
could not ask him to stay,
For
fear that he very well might.
He
could not ask her to come,
For
fear that she might go out.
It
seemed hopeless,
As if
Love was impossibility,
Pursuing
the forever distant,
Instead
of embracing the near.
Hours,
days, weeks, months,
Would
be spent thinking,
Trying
to overcome these obstacles,
Half-debating
just giving up.
He
wanted her happy,
She
wanted him happy,
Regardless
of the self:
“Go
on without me...”
Now,
the solution,
Inherent
in Love itself,
Not
easily attained,
But
well worth the pain.
The
hotter his winds,
The
higher he flew.
The
more she burned,
The
higher her flames.
What
had once been separating
Became
unifying,
Became
an exuberant system
That
raised them both higher than alone.
So he
fanned her flames,
Gave
them all the breath he could,
And she
burned hotter and brighter,
Gave
him all the heat she could.
The
conclusion:
Love is
worth the pain.
Love
unites two as one.
All fly
higher together.
-Zero
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