Love consumed my peace and my war. It devoured my day and night, my winter and my summer. It swallowed my silence, my headache, and even my fear of death. Love became an insatiable force, leaving nothing untouched, nothing unclaimed. It was both my torment and my solace, my chaos and my calm. In its wake, I found myself stripped bare, yet strangely whole, as if love had not just taken, but also given me a new essence, a new existence.

As I wandered through the remnants of my former self, I discovered that love had not merely consumed, but transformed. The echoes of my past fears and pains now resonated with a different timbre, one that spoke of resilience and rebirth. My days, once marked by the stark contrast of light and shadow, now blended into a seamless tapestry of twilight hues, where dawn and dusk danced in perpetual embrace.

In this new realm, time seemed to stretch and bend, no longer a linear path but a fluid river, carrying me through moments of profound stillness and vibrant motion. The seasons, too, lost their rigid boundaries, merging into an eternal spring where the chill of winter and the warmth of summer coexisted in harmonious balance.

Love, in its voracious hunger, had not only devoured my fears but also my boundaries. I found myself open to the world in ways I had never imagined, my heart a vessel of boundless capacity. The silence that once echoed with loneliness now thrummed with the quiet symphony of connection, each note a testament to the intricate web of life that bound me to others.

And so, I walked forward, not as the person I once was, but as a being reborn from the ashes of love’s consuming fire. Each step a testament to the power of transformation, each breath a reminder of the beauty that lies in surrender. Love had eaten my peace and my war, my day and night, my winter and summer, but in doing so, it had given me the gift of a life unbound, a soul unchained, and a heart that beat with the rhythm of the universe itself. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer