When I was young they told me that no man is an island
I laughed at the metaphor, mostly because I was sure I’d make a fantastic island
“I don’t need anybody“, I said
Needing people makes you weak
Especially if they don’t need you back the same
Or when they leave and never come back
I made my heart smaller so there would only be room for me
Then one day he managed to squeeze his way in
“I need you too, and I’m not going anywhere“, he said
Grabbing a stool, he made himself comfortable
“Although it is a little cramped in here“, he murmured
Slowly he taught me how to make my heart bigger and bigger and bigger
Some days it gets crowded and I learn how to make a little more room
Now I realize that needing people can make you look weak
But it what it really does is make you strong
Truth is, I don’t even care about that anymore
Because it makes me happy, which is way better than before
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