Freely

Freely

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I have learned something recently;

Love has to be given freely.

That is not to say that love is free. In fact, I would venture to say that it is rather the opposite.

Freely, defintion; of one's own accord; 

without restraint or reservation; 

without hindrance;

not strictly following a model, convention, or rule.

If it is love, you will give it freely.

That does not mean it comes at no cost.

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Thought #14

Thought #14

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I'd rather be the one that got away than the woman who overstayed her welcome.

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Recently

Recently

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

Sometimes, when I'm lucky, I get to see him puff out his chest as he shows me the books he keeps on his shelves or the presents he got for his birthday.

It is reminiscent of how an 8 year old might show of the new toothbrush he was given by the dentist or proudly display how many Valentine's Day cards he got at school earlier.

Those are the moments when I know I am seeing him.

Just him.

Not the motorcycle dreams or the neon lights; not the quiet hesitations and the second guessed thoughts.

Once, he pulled me away from a dinner table so that we could listen to a song that he couldn't remember the name of, but that he knew he loved.

He hummed along, kind of pitchy, and when I went back inside, the waiter commented on how much my dimples show when I am smiling hard.

I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

I wonder if those are the moments when he can see me.

Just me.

Not the overthought precautionary measures; not the way my hands shake when I'm nervous or how I try to take up as little room as possible.

Once, he introduced me to his friends as someone who is special.

I don't think I'll forget that.

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Brown Eyes

Brown Eyes

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

I told you once that I knew something you didn't.

I wonder when I will be bold enough to tell you what that something is.

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Challenge

Challenge

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

Call me an optimist or call me a fool;

I'm sure I fall somewhere in between.

I believe that if we decided to be strong enough to let ourselves really, truly love one another,

without reservation and with every intention to make the sacrifices that come along with it,

nothing in the world could break us.

But I promise you, it will not be easy.

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