A riff on love
Love is all of it.
The pain, the heartache.
All the crap that comes up when we start to thaw out.
Love is the honest truth of it.
Not a sugar coated version where everything is hearts and roses.
Where you bomb me with love, maybe because you can't sit with what you're feeling?
And I know it's bloody hard. It sucks, it painful.
But that's it right there.
The truth of it.
That is the love.
The stepping into all of it.
The thrashing about and making mistakes and the willingness to do so.
It is not choosing a path where you don't have to feel the crud of it. Where you get to turn your cheek and think you're rising above. Where you stay locked in silence. Or choose to say I love you when you're angry or hurt.
All your hurt is going to come tumbling forth.
All your heartache and pain.
All your loss and grief.
Bring it, I am standing right here.
Bring it.
It's going to hurt.