i have learned that, felt in its deepest moments—love exists loudest when we give it permission to evade us. within that evasion, an admiration, an appreciation—a feeling of true, honest, vulnerable, raw love—emerges.
maybe this is why we love people the most when we are separated.
maybe that’s why we love those most in a moment of grief.
maybe that’s why we love our children and inner child the most when they grow up.
but when we prevent it—when we prevent ourselves from loss we not only prevent ourselves from finding love but from love finding us.
just some thoughts
