I call it a hurricane

Somehow I thought falling in love would be something that happened to me, like I’d just passively witness someone falling for me, lavishing me with the intensity of their love. I Guess I forgot the part where I would love them back. Where it would wreck my heart like a hurricane and the debris of my fears and hesitations would scatter and dissolve into the bottom of the ocean. Intense, violent, and complete.

What is power? Is it power over other men or power over oneself? What about the power to know yourself and control yourself to make the same decision always and again and again for now until eternity? Is that not the greatest power known to humankind?

I was there, I was witness. I saw the look in your eyes as we said goodbye, that either in life or death this moment would last forever