It is always a risk
Yet more than that
Love is a gift
One that is meant to
Give as well as receive
There is this wonderment in me somedays, where I ponder whether I will love again. I mean, that sort of Love, NOT the love that is as essential to me as breathing. And while I have heard the “arguments” for it, where I am Right Now is happy without it. Very happy. Exponentially happier than at any of those in love times that dot the landscape of my Life.
This makes perfect sense, yet it causes me to wonder if I am BEing too quick to dismiss the possibility of something simply BEcause: A. it hurt so much when I lost it, NOT just the last time, but all the times BEfore; and B. I canNOT deny that I am happier in this part of my Journey than at any time prior…
Of course, this makes it sound like Love, that sort of Love, is a commodity one can pick up at the market.
I am thinking that it matters little what I imagine myself choosing about this. The point of Life is Love and loving quickly hasn’t much at all to DO with that sort of Love anyway. No, Really…
I love you, Currie