I am not so sure that real love is ever lost. In my own experience, love grew over time and became intrinsically woven into my very being. This growth was like a limb, one that played a part in everyday of my life.
Sadly at times…it may seem that love is abruptly severed from our life. A broken trust, a betrayal, a bereavement. I am not sure we ever fully recover. Like losing a limb, we are in the position of having to learn to live without that love.
Even when it has been abruptly severed from our life, it is always there. I am not sure we truly recover from the loss.
Having lost in different ways…I lost the life I loved living, I lost the career in which I thrived, for a time I was estranged from the love of my life, for a time I lost my cheer and my sense of trust in others. But it was always there. Slowly the hopeful disposition and the love for those who had hurt me came back. Amazingly, my estranged love came back. I still long to return to the life I love, to the career I love, to the home I love. It’s always there. It never leaves me. Everyday I live my life in a way that shows that is the life I love….not my current situation.
Love, real love is so deeply entwined within your bones, within your deepest organs, it is not easily uprooted. Even when the tree has been severed at its base, it would take something extraordinary to hack the root system away.
Although for some people, it is better to move on because the love we had developed was harmful, and we need to let go of it…in many other cases, that love remains a part of for the rest of our lives. It is always there. We learnt so much about love, about real love, from that experience, that we cannot be without that knowledge. Just as someone has learnt to walk, skip, dance and ride a bike with their limbs…so we have learnt what real love is and what real love does. Now we know that…
…I am not sure that love of that real and true variety is ever lost.
This was my response on the theme of “LOST LOVE” for
FANDANGO’S DOG DAYS OF AUGUST: