Love is an unbroken circle. Real love returns home, sometimes with familiar eyes, sometimes though a new soul.
The pain broke through the skin, dismantled her pores, and ate away at everything that was once strong. She was laid bare with nothing to cling to.
Ready to feel again. Ready to trust again. Ready to love again. The heart gets knocked down but it does not stay down.
Love says, I have her in the palm of my hands and I will massage away any doubts and any fears until she stands confidently, and securely in my love for her. Ego says, “I have her in the palm of my hands and I will manipulate her until she is weak, fearful and totally dependent on me; only then can I be certain of her love for me. Choose love.
I looked at you and only saw beautiful because legendary is the ability of a woman’s mind to weave fields of roses from thorns.
We all hit rock bottom; sometimes, you bounce up fast, sometimes you crawl until you can straighten up and sometimes you have to lay there for a long time until you learn how to rise again.