we had the discussion, one time, once upon a time. an exchange about love. i hope you feel so much tender space for your heart to feel exactly the way it needs to feel on any given moment. and any time you don‘t, please know this : you are love. and you are well loved.
you see, tears seep from the corners of my eyes almost all the time now. my heart doesn’t feel like actively crying or sobbing. but, yet, grief sometimes stands immediately outside the door, waiting to push it open. hard. and other times, grief is a polite guest, not taking candy from the bowl without asking.