THE GARDEN
I was aware that every part of my exposed skin would rip apart, that the thorns would cut deep to my flesh, that I would bleed to death.
But that was the price I was willing to pay to be on your side of the garden.
But ultimately, you saw right through me.
You read mt mind. You understood my plan.
You urged me to stay exactly where I was.
You promised you'd stay where you were.
But you were on the wrong side.
You said I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Where you can see me. Where you can watch over me.
"We should wait," you said softly.
"It was a test," I replied. "The final test that I was willing to pass whether by my life or death."
"But you don't have die for love," you answered.
"Love isn't about fighting and winning, or passing the test. Love doesn't have to be rushed. Love must endure time, hurdles, pain, suffering...
Love isn't always sweet, neither torturous."
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