Lightning Strikes

I hold on so tight to things that don’t fit that they become strangled and suffocate under the expectations I’ve placed on them.

I stay where I shouldn’t because what if this is as good as it gets. Even in times when as good as it getsisn’t so good.

Because what if staying where it hurts is easier than facing the fact that maybe we took a false step.

Because what if we’re not supposed to have the same love twice.

Despite science assuredly telling us it will, we’ve spent our lives believing that lightning doesn’t strike twice. Hold fast to the things that inspire happiness, no matter how short term, because it is unknown when that feeling will ever come back if it becomes lost.

Settle in fear that good things come less often than those that are bad.

Because what if we’re not supposed to have the same love twice.

Because what if we aren’t worth being loved twice.

Because no matter how intelligent, beautiful, kind, soft we become nothing in this life is guaranteed.

Except, of course, the false belief that lightning doesn’t strike twice, and good things come less often than those that are bad.

But what if it does, and they do.

What if it gets better.

What if staying where it hurts only lets it hurt deeper.

What if we let go of the things that don’t fit to make room for the things that do.

What if we are so fucking worthy of being loved over and over and over again until the idea that lightning doesn’t strike twice is forced out by the reality that when it inevitably does it’s brighter than any time before.