If I’m attached to you, I do not love you.
If I’m attached to you, I add myself to you, like baggage.
You carry me, and eventually I’ll start to weigh you down, to slow you down,
and you’ll start to resent me, and try to put me down.
And the harder you try to offload me, the more I’ll cling to you,
and the heavier I’ll become.
And then we’ll struggle and wrestle, like enemies, not lovers.
But since we love each other, there is no attachment.
I have not added myself to you, I have become a part of you.
We are not fastened together, we are one.
And so we make each other lighter
our footsteps are softer and stronger
and we become wider, since we share each other’s space.
We don’t cling to each other, or resent each other
because we are each other.
Since I love you, I’m not attached to you – I am you.