Je t'aime

The hole which I have dugged was never intentional.
It just came by so naturally.
It was as natural as the trees which grew outside my window.

I fell, straight down into this hole on the ground, dugged not by me.
Someone grabbed my arm.
"Stop!" He said, "You'll burn yourself bad."
I flinged his arm off and fell again.

Another one grabbed my arm.
"No!" He said, "You'll regret it!"
I tugged my arm away from his grasp and fell.

Finally, I stopped falling. I found myself on a ground made of rock.
In front of me lay a hole large enough for two.

Footsteps, I heard.
Turning, I saw you. You stepped closer.

"I fell down a hole and now I'm here."

"Me too."

Holding your hand, we jumped into the hole on the ground.
The fall may be smooth or rough.
We may clear it easily or we may be cut by rocks along the sides.

Will we hit the bottom with a loud thud?
Will this hole be a bottomless one?

A bottomless hole is what I feel it is.
One which may be fraught with happiness, sadness, anger and even pain.
It may not be a smooth fall, but I'll promise to hold you tight.

I'll protect you from the cuts; the rocks may scratch you but I'll be the person who bleeds.
I'll be there to feel your sadness, to carry your burdens for you.
I'll always be there to soothe your anger, for I will fan your flames of anger ever so gently they will calm down by themselves.
And I'll always share with you my happiness, I'll let you know how it's like to be truly happy.


Take this leap of faith with me.