The Autistic Experience

It is okay to hurt, it is okay to heal. Love has many forms, and it is okay to feel pain when we love someone with all our being. It is okay to feel misplaced. Like a seed sown, we nurture it, and it takes time to grow, we protect it and give love. It sprouts and with time it blossoms into a beautiful flower. That flower bears a fruit that makes us feel loved and secure. Alas if someone destroys it, it does not diminish the love we gave, the care we poured and the time we spent. The time we spent was never a waste and the effort we gave not fruitless. Even if the flower did not bear fruit, the beauty that it displayed was enough.

I will never be sorry for loving someone deeply, I will never be hurt for respecting another, and I will always remember the love I gave was beautiful. It needs no reciprocation. It hurts when we extinguish ourselves for someone. The flame does not care for the moth, but the moth cares not of it. It loves so deeply that its life of days mattered in those final moments. I may have dedicated myself to your flames, but I am a phoenix that rises from ashes, and I will always rise. Every flame that I have burned with, has been my choice and I will never be sorry for burning myself for others. I have enough light to share, and I have enough love to spare.

I may no longer burn for you, but I will never regret burning for you. I will ascend and find my way. I will light the sky and make myself known for the love that I gave was beautiful and my plight not in vain.