It takes courage to really love someone.
Being willing to put the well being of someone else before my own, to
bare my heart willingly and openly, to be there even when it is inconvenient,
day after day, night after night, is a gift of heroic proportions.
Intertwining two lives makes both of us very
vulnerable. It is hard enough to stand
up and be strong in this world, but if I have to do it knowing that my rock is
mortal it is even harder.
Mortality makes us liable to things like inconstancy or
death or just plain making mistakes.
Those things can wound the ones I love.
They can wound me and the pain is indescribable!
But not insurmountable!
I think it is this vulnerability that brings out the very
best in us. Like all things, it is knowledge
of the opposite that makes the present so precious.
There will never be medals of honor for being a good lover,
but the prize is in the moment. No one else
benefits more from loving than I do. It
is the ultimate gift to myself.
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