kind kindred souls will tell you exactly this in the early days of passionate love: that it is commitment and sacrifice that keeps the embers hot when the fire has died down. but it is oh so hard to hear in the days of tumbling blindness, can't keep from being away from each other love. in those early times of the kissing, constantly entwined limbs, beating hearts and blending of bodies.
but suddenly then you know it. sometimes faster that you would like. other times, it is a slow bending and forming that happens that makes you understand the ways of the deep commitment and sacrifice; it is because when you love deep that you find that there is no perfection there, no illusions; just your stark, blemished naked soul next to his, marked, tarnished, faded gold.
but I think this is where it begins. the journey. a journey of nights weeping, sleepless walking soothing babes, undiminished joy that sparkles sunshine as you laugh, wrinkled tears, patterned lines, scrunching up haggard faces for goodnight embraces and good morning coffee.
You bend, you bend over backwards for love somedays. No one tells you that this is excruciating painful yet one of the deepest most profound joys in life.
what are some of the best parts of love for you? what are some of the most difficult? share if you feel so inclined. if not, thats okay too. xxoo