I had forgotten about the beauty of love. I had forgotten its rawness, its fragility and tenderness. I had forgotten that it exists, everywhere. I had stopped seeing it and stopped feeling it. I had forgotten how to give it. And I had forgotten how to receive it.
People often use defence-mechanisms to protect themselves. Not everyone finds it easy to be open. But unless we are, we become so used to playing certain roles in our relationships that we often are not sure who we are without them. It can be very hard to break these patterns and stop playing the parts we are used to playing.
But if we can, then we are free to know real love.
And I am beginning to remember how soft and fragile it is. How it beautifully and intrinsically intertwines all of us. It is the glue that binds us. And I thought I needed someone to love, to really understand that. But it is much bigger than being in the arms of another. It’s being happy within ourselves.
Sometimes we have to go back to the beginning, to understand the end.