MINE

Some things are made to be owned, and some not. In the end people are not meant to be merchandise. Rest assured these lines are not about slavery; it’s too hard a topic for this already gloomy day.

This is about wants, needs, and the will to fight for what you want to call your own in the end. It looks like these days we forget that once the honeymoon phase ends, love becomes a choice to a point.

That bubbly gal you fell in love with is still there; she just has some wrinkles and some pains, and some more responsibilities. You might feel like you are not important, but you are. If she still chooses you when it’s so easy to leave, you are more than you think. She just needs you to meet her halfway because this is not a battle she can win by herself. Not even the strongest people can: you need your other half to do it.

And that leads me to the title. A lot of us want something we can call our own. Not in the sense of ownership but as in: MINE to protect, MINE to love, MINE to hold, MINE to be next to me and calm the demons inside.

MINE to see me at my worst and still tell me: Hush baby, I’m here, you are worth the fight. Somebody worth fighting for, even when you feel like there is no strength within you to fight for anything.

Hope you can find that. The peace of having somebody that would choose you over and over again, despite the troubles, despite your flaws… makes all this mess called life a bit more bearable.