The Myth of Electric Love

They say love makes the world spin round, but I tell you, it’s not the dizzying whirl of infatuation that keeps the stars aligned. You can want someone, dear, with a fire that consumes you from the inside out. You can want them until your very soul feels raw, exposed to the elements of desire.

That kind of longing—it’s like water electrified by a live wire, a frenzied dance of molecules, chaotic and unrestrained. It can transform you into the hand that grips that wire, feeling the surge of energy, mistaking it for destiny. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. It doesn’t mean you should stay.

Don’t linger in the shadows of fear, haunted by the thought that you’ll never feel that kind of electricity again. It’s a lie, a mirage in the desert of the heart. The truth is, you were sculpted for a touch more profound, more resonant.

You were made to be caressed by hands attached to a body that finds peace in your presence. A body that trembles, not with uncertainty, but with the silent recognition of a matching soul. Those hands should come with gentle words, with an honest mouth—a mouth that utters your name as if it’s the very incantation of “falling.”

So don’t settle for the half-hearted echoes of what could be. Don’t accept the scraps of affection tossed your way by those who do not understand the language of your heart. Hold out for the one who speaks it fluently, who knows that love is not just a spark, but a flame that warms you through the coldest nights.

Wait for the one whose love is like the dawn—gentle, gradual, filling the sky with shades of understanding and care. For when you find them, you’ll realize that love is not the jolt that shakes you, but the gravity that holds you, steady and sure, in the orbit of their world.

Note: This prose is an interpretation of my feelings, experiences, and thoughts expressed in my lines, emphasizing the importance of a love that is nurturing and true. Love doesn't kill, it doesn't beat, love is sacred!

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer