September 8, 2012 - Saturday
You'd think that things get easier the second time around, I once thought of it that way too. But the thing is. It doesn't. It's no where near easier. It feels as if you have a knife at your throat, a kick in your gut and a stab at your heart. What should you feel when you can't feel anything anymore? What should you think when your brain refuses to take in anymore.
"Love looks different depending on who’s looking.
Times when love is motivated by adrenaline, euphoria, risk and adventure. Times when love stands at the edge of the cliff, when it abandons logic, when it surrenders to faith and, with all the courage that it has, takes the fall.
Except sometimes love is ugly. Love can distort its face ’til we barely recognize it, can look so bad that we cringe in its presence. Sometimes love doesn’t last for the long haul but offers one last solution: parting.
But my favorite love is the lamb-to-the-slaughter kind. Because it’s the most vulnerable, the most real. It’s the wife who forgives even after her husband’s heart has wandered beyond all possibility of coming back. He makes a promise, breaks it again and, as a final act of betrayal, runs away. But she forgives him anyway. And she waits by the window, watching the seasons pass, even if all her friends think she’s the biggest fool on the planet. She holds on to the smallest grain of hope for his return; she waits."
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