Two Oak Trees

When two worlds collide, it is exactly that.
An explosion. A big bang. A head on collision.
At first the impact is not felt, no, it's all butterflies and rainbows. You get lost in the genuineness in his eyes. He is still in disbelief that this is really happening. The sounds of the collision are muffuled by your declarations of love.

When two people come together, it is like uprooting two oak trees so that they could be closer to each other. Along with them come all the people that have watered them when they were just seeds. The people that pruned leaves and branches. Those that used the tree for shade and didn't give thanks to the tree. When a tree is uprooted, the things once hidden are now at the surface.

Vulnerability has a way of making a person go into fight or flight mode. We either stay, and put up a fight while we're at it. Or we flee and always wonder what could have been. Not only are we scared to show ourselves bare to the other person, we fear what the mirror might have in store for us.

We do not delight in our scars. We do not talk about the time we were 8, and that awful thing that happened at home. We do not dig up the reasons why we are afraid to cry in front of others. Even though you are not others. You are you. And you also have things that you have pushed under the rug, because they told you to push it under the rug, because there was no time to unpack it, because we had to protect others, because it brought too much shame. So we pushed stuff under the rug.

The life changing, and sort of earth shattering thing about love is that it forces us to delight in our scars. It compels us to talk about the time we were 8, and that awful thing happened at home. It compels us to dig up the reasons why we are afraid to cry in front of others. It forces us to do these things, so that it can show us that even with the mountains of things hidden under the rug. Even with the millions of creatures living underneath the soil with our roots, we are still worthy. We are still worthy of love.

A genuine love that exposes you to yourself. A love that humbles you, but also gives you a sense of pride. A love that makes your broken branches look like art. A love that walks the journey of recovery with you. A love that makes you whole, when you didn't even realise that you were broken.

I am an Occupational Therapist by profession, but I have many roles that bring meaning to my life. In short, I love people, books and love.

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