Gravity, the force that keeps us on earth, the reason the moon moves around us, and the earth moves around the sun. it is a strong attraction between two bodies.

Love can be the same way. You cannot explain the force, you can not see it or touch it. You can just feel it, and use it and pray that it doesn’t let you go. Because you know if it stops working you will float away into nothingness. You know the world would end and there would be nothing stable to hold onto.

From the first I set my eyes on him I was pulled in. There was a force that drew me to him. His eyes had something embedded deep within, something beautiful but distant. They called to me, beckoned me to him. They called me to that distant place, needing me to be with him.

The instant attraction scared me. The sudden desire to be with him was overwhelming. It consumed me, strangled me, drown me in him. I had never needed anyone before, never depended on anyone, not even myself. But I knew in those first moment that our loves were meant to be lived together. It was our destiny.

But it was not an easy destiny. He was unaccepting. I knew he felt the attraction. It was a pull that kept us together, a pull we had known since the moment of “birth.”

But he tried to break it. He tried to sever our ties. And I let him. It wasn’t easy, but I let him do it. I let him push me away. I gave him his distance. Each day I felt our bond grow weaker, and something inside me start to die. And that killed him.

I watched as his eyes lost their luster, lost the happiness that was once reflected there. I watched as he fell away from that distant place and gravity pulled him to earth. But something in the old world wouldn’t let go. He was trapped between dreams and reality, being ripped in half by their strength.

I know I can save him if he’ll let me. If only he could let go. She has/ the other, the problem. Shy am I always stuck in limbo? Stuck alone and scared and uncertain. But she has given up. She has moved on and I know it hurt her. I love her. yes I know I shouldn’t do that. But she has become like a sister to me. Of course he doesn’t understand.

But he wouldn’t, would he? He has fallen in love and that is where he is really trapped. He is trapped in his dreams of how he thinks things should be. But he should be with me. Our bond doesn’t seem to be strong enough to teach him that, though. I can’t stop it, I can’t stop it. Only he can. But I know he still feels the connection, still feels the force between us. I feel it getting stronger now. And that bond is all he has right now, the only hope of something better.

I love him, have always loved him. And maybe someday he will love me too. Max Evans is my lover, my life. He is the reason I am still tied to this earth. He is my gravity.

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