I feel like a love hoarder. It's hard to leave connections that would seem to be able to grow for years. I see that possibility and potential in the people who will miss me, in the way they express it. There is a sadness that I can't help but wish to remedy. I'm just not always sure who is the source and who is reflecting it.
But love can grow in other ways, with other people. Trusting that it can and will is another way to love. Allowing it to be with another, is also a way to love. Letting go can be yet another way.
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