Marielle Ignacio DeTorres

It is difficult to admit that I have been changed by love. It’s not because I still fear the scars of the past nor the errors of the future. It’s in the way I meet your gaze as you search my face for traces of truth. It’s in the way I hold on tight when you take my hand, resolving never to let go. It’s in the way I leave my secrets in your hands as you weave my stories into one coherent whole.

I don’t run from you anymore. Isn’t that a terrifying thing?

So don’t blame me when I say that it’s difficult to admit that I have been changed by love. It’s not because I still fear the scars of the past nor the errors of the future. It’s in the way that I’m courageous enough to be seen by you now, with all the mess and the beauty, all the shadows and the lights intertwined.