Love is Lightning

Love is never permanent. I know this, and yet even at the thought of losing it, I am zapped. I feel the air crackle in my lungs, like any movement of mine will bring a static charge and send me up in smoke. Losing them to someone else, or to mortality, it’s all unthinkable. 

Yet irrevocably loving someone, no matter how long, is such a pleasure that the pain, even if it outlasts the love, is worth it.

It’s difficult to expect something and not wait for it. The two, however, have disparate meanings. Don’t wait for love to go away, expect it to. But don’t expect pain, wait, life will always shock you, and you may go up in smoke, and you will rise to the sky.