Does Love Remain Innocent

everything was once so innocent.

to never doubt a promise.

to believe in the purity of love.

to trust that the intentions of others are pure.

to trust someone with what beats in your chest.

trust and love; once such an easy thing to come by. remember when fear was never attached to affection? and affection wasn't associated with insecurity? it's almost mystifying to allow yourself to experience the innocence in love when winter didn't hold back it's bite. you see, the warmth of the evening summer sun eventually turned into blistering cold nights. the leaves fell and winter covered up their bright colours with fresh glimmering snow. and the more I fought against the changing seasons, the harder it became to see through crystallized snow and frozen eyelashes; everything was fractured and fragmented. even though I couldn't protect myself from the frostbite around my lungs, I remembered that seasons never last forever. so as I embrace the return of the summer sun, I find myself dancing around in these glitter infused sun showers. maybe embracing the dichotomy of healing and hope is why black nail polish in the summer time never looked so good. maybe our scars were sewn up with fairy dust so that our wounds can still bleed beautiful things. even if everything is not what it once was, I still believe in the innocence of love. how could love be anything but, right?

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