What It Means To Me

One Suitcase

Another chance at a new life. Or an extension of someone's undying love for the other? Maybe it's desperation or fear of change. A long time ago, I watched Feast Of Love. There was a lot of love, a lot of betrayal and a lot of forgiveness. I noticed that when relationships were coming to an end, someone was only packing just one bag. I know, who wants to sit there and pack every little thing they own?? It doesn't quite make for a dramatic exit, does it? But really - if you truly never wanted to see that person again, as is said in most rages, wouldn't you pack more than one little bag??

I think that we live for people's love. That sort of acceptance that makes us feel like regardless of what is going on in the world around us, there is at least one person that gets our soul. Someone that reaches in and touches that part of us that we protect so much and then are appalled (or intrigued and even relieved) when anyone can get to it. They see through our lies, our fears and our barriers. They break down our solid walls and expand our comfort zones. They challenge us, they support us and they relentlessly love us despite our defenses. They fit in the odd-shaped hole that makes us feel like we are... complete.

One Suitcase = Another Chance

Relationships are going to have their battles. People are going to make mistakes and they are going to hurt one another. There are going to be broken hearts, rattled worlds and moments of regret and resentment. Depending on how badly those two people *want* to make it work... that love story will have a happy ending. And maybe it's not that simple. Maybe it takes more than, "Working hard at it." But if that's all that it is and it's not working, then it's because someone simply just doesn't want to anymore. Either way, it baffles me how much we are willing to compromise ourselves for love. To feel it, to have it and to give it away incessantly.