Last week marked the kick-start to some of my favorite heart-warming holidays from Thanksgiving, Christmas, to a year anniversary with
that kid.
That kid who knew my past, and about my battle versus it. My past, like a prevailing force that always reminded me, always scared and taunted me about trust and relationships that have come and gone. My past that held a machine gun against any future relationship that embarked my way. Maybe I let my past control the machine gun; maybe I hid myself behind my past as a cover to why I should not trust and expose myself to any new relationship entering my path.
That kid knew my past, and unlike me, he fought back. Fought back against the army of broken friendships and hearts that were plotting to tear down any trust I had left. Fought back against every line and excuse I spoke to keep space between him and I, the space I flashed as a weapon to keep me safe from another possible broken friendship and heart.
That kid knew my past, and he did not let me use it as a weapon. He continually recites how he will be the one to prove me wrong, how he will not join forces with the army of broken friendships and hearts that are against me, the army of people who were once on my side.
That kid knew my past, and a week ago he won.
"Let's hope it's a good one without any fear.
War is over, if you want it. War is over now."
-John Lennon
Happy Anniversary, Elliot Ted Mondragon; the war is over.
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