If someone has fallen out of love with you, it should diminish your soul, because that is loves' course. (And I actually meant course and not curse). Its supposed to hurt at some point. Love is essentially seasonal at its best. In winter the love deepens under the weight of the cold. In spring it peeks out and nibbles on your patience. In summer it burns in your deepest recesses and in fall it distances itself as if in preparation for a greater purpose.
You get upset and forget its good to cry sometimes. Its natural. Fluid. You avoid the pain of love lost, instead of embracing it to feel better. You grow from it. It feeds you. But, you have to understand that when love is physically gone, the memory of it, at its sweetest moment should embrace you, and coat you with a greater strength to move on from it. That is mature love.
No comments:
Post a Comment