love and some verses
this afternoon when i woke up, it seemed like nothing happened yesterday. she's forgiven the unforgivable yet again. i don't know how she does it --or how she even manages to find the strength to do it-- but she does.
and it dawned on me, "maybe that's love." maybe loving is forgiving, even after an endless barrage of disappointments, of broken promises, and even after looking through those rose-colored glasses is no longer an option. maybe it's accepting what's deemed to be unacceptable and being there even when the most insensitive decisions occur, when the coldest, most unjustifiable acts happen.
if that's what it is, i'm not entirely sure i want to take part in it. i don't even think i am at all capable of making myself part of something that hurts so much, of speaking in finality and committing myself for years and years to something that might end up in a great loss.
and it dawned on me, "maybe that's love." maybe loving is forgiving, even after an endless barrage of disappointments, of broken promises, and even after looking through those rose-colored glasses is no longer an option. maybe it's accepting what's deemed to be unacceptable and being there even when the most insensitive decisions occur, when the coldest, most unjustifiable acts happen.
if that's what it is, i'm not entirely sure i want to take part in it. i don't even think i am at all capable of making myself part of something that hurts so much, of speaking in finality and committing myself for years and years to something that might end up in a great loss.