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Chestnuts
- Lady Ronit
- Oct 22, 2024
- 4 min read
Updated: Oct 29, 2024
It all started when I picked up those two chestnuts from the ground while walking. It was either a Friday or perhaps Thursday. But after some thought, it was Friday. Yes, it was Friday, and I was very much in love. I picked up those two chestnuts, walking along. The first one was for you, although I’d never have had the courage to give it to you. The second one was for me, a talisman of you. From that moment on, no other chestnut that autumn, or any other autumn, mattered to me. I decided that even if a new chestnut shone the brightest among the fallen leaves, I wouldn’t pick it up. As I returned home, I held those two chestnuts tightly, one for you and one for me.
It was a beautiful autumn day, still not cold at all. Only a few days have passed, yet in Poland, it's already getting noticeably colder. But my heart, on the contrary, is warming up. My heart doesn’t know what cold is.
It’s so hard to describe you. It’s so hard to express this… love? You think we’re ready; you’d like to marry me right away. But I’m like a gentle breeze, autumn air, do I even know how to give you love? I don’t know how it happened, but ever since I met you, everything has changed completely. It sounds so clichéd, so overused, but you are the only one who has exactly everything.
If anything was ever meant to be my purpose in life, if all the random events, all the trivial choices, if even one day I regret my love, I know that everything was leading me to you. So, I stay quiet and try to love you gently and shallowly. I try not to drown in you; I’m afraid to dive in. You are perfect. Don’t leave, but you’ve surprised me, so quickly?
I’m most afraid that I don’t deserve you. My childhood meadow is now your meadow. Your voice carries in its wind, and our conversations bloom in its grass. If only you knew, how important you are to me. You’re not everything to me, because then I would cease to be myself. But you are my other half. You are the male version of Roni.
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