Is this woman who loves so shallowly the woman I have become… content to love just a bit… to give unconditionally as long as it has no power to disrupt my world? When did the boundaries go up… these walls that mute the heart song and tamp down the thundering love that once lived here? When did the fear of destruction overwhelm the fear of living in fear?
Did it begin when I realized that he would someday leave? Did I believe that a farewell of my own orchestration would be less painful or devastating… love sacrificed at the altar of control?
Losing something already surrendered is a moot point... a sword without an edge... a lie.