When I was younger, before I found Love, I only knew the empty space where Love was not. I walked around throwing everything at the empty space. Some things made it in, some did not. I came close a few times, a few boys, a few men, even a career temporarily filled me up.
But when my husband and I met we found ourselves within each other’s Love. The process was gradual. Our commitment to each other’s well-being grew strong. We fed each others strengths and held one another during the hardest of times. Until two summers ago…when I held my Love for the last time.
Now my awareness of Love has leveled up. It had to. Michael’s life was a substantial introduction to Love. His Death was the consummate master class. I thought he took his love with him. And in a way he did. I no longer could touch Love with my hands or see Love with my eyes. But I realize now his love was proof of Love. It was a FLASH of a much more vast incorporeal reservoir of Love.
Reservoir of Love…who knew this Big Love even existed? Discovering this Big Love is like hitting the lottery. It is actually better as it can never be taken away. It is an endless supply that keeps you warm at night, keeps your sights set high and keeps you from doing desperate things — like giving your power away.
What is your love story?
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Loving all of these! Thank you. I just found them in my spam. Had to catch up on some reading. Love you.