Messy Mademoiselle

And what would a life without love look like? It sounds awfully boring at first, sad too. I imagine a hollow feeling in your chest where there used to be warmth and an energetic beating. I imagine that your thoughts would be shrouded in a depressive mist and you would unconsciously stare out into nothing, feeling nothing. I imagine that you would be tired but when you lay down to rest, don’t want to close your eyes because you would dread having to find a reason to open them again.

But, actually none of that is true.

That fire that is no longer in your chest is now concentrated in your belly. It grows with its fuel, creativity. Your heart races for your passions and for learning. Staring out into nothing you see the possibilities of everything. Emotions don’t rule over you. You will be tired after all of the work that is done, all of the challenges you have overcome, all of the responsibility you have carried on your own, and you will not be applauded for it. You will sleep, alone. But you will eagerly open your eyes and get ready in front of a mirror and you will see yourself transformed.

Without love you will not die.

Without love you will live.