We were just in one another’s life long enough to grow fond of each other and remember the love we have shared in previous lifetimes.
We are not blind to the other’s faults. I see the cracks in the foundations. I see how he could have loved better. And he is not blind to my neurosis, to my insecurities. But we care anyway. We love anyway. We love to the best of our ability and in this life that means being apart - and being okay about that. It means supporting each other's joy and being truly happy for the other.
In this lifetime, the love is in friendship. There is respect. There is honor. Boundaries. Honesty. Support. Freedom. Connection. Love.
Love is present in the exhale, in the quiet moments after the big moments. Love is unseen, unheard, unfelt by earthly bodies. It is palpable to spirit. There is a sense of knowing and complete faith and trust. Where egos are kind and at peace and have their guards down. Even they know they are safe. Darkness is in repose.
Ramblings of the soul.