Love And Loss

Solitude. Me, myself and I.

Soulmate. A forever partnership.

Choices.

What is the better choice?

There is clarity in being alone. There's peace. Sustainability. The ability to focus and progress.

And yet...

Having another by your side bears its own unequivocal values. Love is all encompassing. It stimulates the mind. It burns the body. It stirs the spirit. It soothes the soul.

It breaks the heart...

What is the better choice?

To choose the path of love is to make that love your air. It fills you. Invigorates you. It builds a bond so binding, sending the strongest to their knees and the weakest to their feet.

But...

What do you do when that air is gone? What do you do when life's cold and unavoidable realities snatch that air in its eternal grip and you cant draw breath? That air was home. Home is gone.

To be alone is to avoid that grief. That soul altering agony of losing a love.

But to love...

To feel the sun's warmth in the dead of the night. To open your eyes to lips you would potentially kiss for the rest of your days. And to have life breathed into you from said kisses.

There is no feeling comparable to that of love. That being said, there is no feeling comparable to that of loss.

So, which is the better choice? To love and to lose? Or to walk alone in the promise you will never feel the grief of a love lost?