Minalissm

I have a question to the personage of the world about where exactly do they get the audacity to build up faithfulness to a person or any being or any inanimate object of any sort when they go around lying, cheating, stealing, robbing, hurting on a day to day basis? That’s right. These actions don’t necessarily point to things you know. It includes emotions as well. We homo sapiens go on a day to day basis of wrecking each other’s lives. An employee would want to crush his coworker to get the promotion, a friend would want to seize the opportunity faster than the best friend that is claimed to be the “best thing that ever happened to him”, a partner would be fighting with the other to tell that they love a lot more than the other could ever imagine. hah. I mean we species don’t even leave animals. We’d train them to be better than other animals. 

Never had a imagined that I would find someone even remotely close to giving me higher hope than I had imagined. More love than I ever deserved as to how I had been in the past. More care than I ever really needed anymore. More sacrifices than that were required. More trust than that of what I could offer at this time. 

Him. It’s him. I don’t know how we got together. I don’t know how it happened and I don’t know how he fell for me so slowly yet so suddenly ALL AT ONCE. He’s everything that I could ever ask for at this time of my life. He says he doesn’t want to offer everything than that he can and get nothing in return. Poor soul doesn’t understand what I have to offer. Doesn’t know what I do when I start offering and that when I start giving, I give my everything. He doesn’t know this soul, inside of me. Has been wounded, still bleeds some days on the highest.. so much that it dies and then it comes back to life by just one look of his. He doesn’t realize this soul he “LOVES” now.. has been bashed to its core.. its been thrashed to the ground so many times.. its been burnt and hit hard with metal poles so much that it would be minced to its ashes .... it was. Until he came and he gathered those ashes and kept them close to his heart. Loves those burnt and bashed ashes in the most beautiful way possible. He doesn’t know these ashes.. even though have been bought down to the worst of their lives.. still have so much to offer. He doesn’t know that he has in his hands a miracle. A miracle. He doesn’t know that he’s slowly planting these ashes to the ground and he doesn’t know the miracle taking place of these ashes coming out as beautiful, bright, blooming flowers which would live the longest as long as he keeps loving them. He doesn’t realize that this soul... that he just glances at once is so broken but is a miracle in itself that it has hope again. Its a miracle that it is coming back to life... VERY slowly but it is. In hopes that he will keep watering the ashes even though there is no hope for them to come up.. but they still are miraculously .. in hopes that he will keep loving that poor shattered soul... even though its nothing but dead inside and out.. but its astoundingly coming back to life.. so slowly.. but it is...