Love at the Speed of Thought
When we have lived long enough to look back upon our lives, we can see that sometimes the purpose of our grief and mistakes is to lead us to our joy and success. This never rang more true than when I met you, and the subsequent unfolding of our lives together.
The essence of my being was the thing I felt certain no one could or would ever truly love—until you appeared in my life. You never asked me to be more or less than the sum of my self; that’s all you ever wanted. Thus, a cloak of protection swaddled me with your love, surrounding and inviting me into the safe-harbor of your heart. (What a proposal!)
At first, I did not understand the depth, breadth and gravity of your love; I underestimated its authenticity. I was out of practice, you see, and therefore, could not recognize its true intent. But life presented us with both misery and mirth, and, in time, a sort of platform emerged, allowing me to reconcile that the one constant, regardless of my anguish or amity, was your love. It never diminished or withdrew, but rather remained as genuine as its first declaration.
Who can every really know, as we step forth into our lives, what conspiring forces are at hand leading us to our greatest opportunities—or more precisely, how our minds are able to intuit the moment…we are just one small thought-adjustment away from making our lives right.