Love

When I was a little girl I knew just what love was and how to do it.

I knew that people did stuff just like my mum and dad did stuff. I did not know quite what stuff that was but I knew that all love was the same, you just had to copy everyone else and all would be ok.

I feel like a little girl again. That is how he makes me feel, new and fresh and able to see the world as though it were all starting again.

Love is knowing someone and loving them more because of what you find out.

Love is when he says the things out loud that he has been saying in your dreams for months.

Love is knowing that distance is not the end.

Love is finding a path that makes sense, a path that allows people to live their best lives.

I miss him but I know that I can be happy because I am loved.

I can be happy because I know that he is loved.

I love him, unconditionally.

Loving him and being loved by him is a stronger feeling than missing him.

I will be OK.

I know that he will be OK because he is strong and wise and knows everything. As he knows everything he knows how much I love him.

NB

I expect you to inferr from this that I will still have to avoid mascara, sad songs and romantic films for a little while. I just had to pull over driving back from the shops as I was crying like a demented fool and I feared I would be taken to a home for the mentally infirm if I were spotted in that state. I will heal myself by making a stew and going for a brisk walk. I promise to do an on topic post very, very soon and stop all this melodrama.

Would you like another?