I know you feel alone.
I know you ask the question will I ever love again?
Our lives after loss can almost feel foreign.
We got stripped away from all that made us who we are.
And we go home every night alone.
The lights are off.
The house unchanged.
You can’t escape what happened here.
You travel back to the loss and forward to what can no longer be.
A lonely time traveler.
But it is not meant to be this way.
Because from the moment we are born we seek love.
We seek to be loved.
To be embraced.
We crave love in everything we do.
We are capable of passionate love.
Love that is timeless.
Love that is beyond mortality.
Beyond the stars.
and the universe.
But when we lose love, oh my dear beloveds, that divine passionate experience that sent us to the stars and the moon, now throws us down to the earth and buries us under the ground.
And we scream at night.
And we hide our pain during the day.
We loved so much.
We lost even more.
And we rise…we rise again.
We rise forgetting the power of love.
We rise alone.
And we suspend in mid-air with anger as our fuel.
With hurt as our engine.
With love as a distant memory.
And sometimes we die without finding somebody to love again.
Because we have been told there is only one love, one soulmate.
But if our heart could speak to us, it would tell us…I am here to love many times. Even for a few seconds. Just to see the moon and the stars again. (Click Here to Tweet!)
I know it is not easy to do, but we are meant to experience love in plural.
With many loves,
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