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Love: a powerful emotion for another manifesting itself in deep affection and devotion
More than common interests, more than physical attraction, more than intellectual stimulation...love is an intertwining of the souls...once wound together unable to be parted without rending both.

Needs to know...love needs to know about the welfare of the beloved...wants to share... chooses to be there...not counting the cost
Love cannot go elsewhere...not while the beloved is there...not even when the need to be loved, in every apsect, is great and unmet....love is faithful

Love is loyal...even when others would denigrate..love stands firm and supports the beloved...love leaves no room for pride...and trusts the beloved with dignity

Love thinks about the other in all things and makes decisions weighing the impact on the beloved, seeking to nurture never to destroy.  Love helps the beloved meet their needs.

Love recognizes the gift of the beloved....seeks to treasure the person...not just the memories
Love lives to communicate itself to the other, to be experienced in all its fullness...to be received and to receive. 

Love is trust, belief, faith, sexual, intellectual, emotional. Love learns from the past, lives in the present, builds the future.
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How do I ask someone I've let down for a second chance.  How do I ask them to let me learn to do it better when there is every possibility I may hurt them in the process.  How do I ask them to stick with me, cause I'm doing the best I can...and I'll do everything in my power to do better.  How do I ask God to forgive me and give me another try...especially when I know He was trying so hard and I stood in His way.  How do I go to bed at night and get up in the morning when I know that hope is gone.....and the reason....lies within me....when I've learned that I don't really know how to live love...
I remember a time when silence was a friend, solitude a welcome oasis.  I have been too long alone for that to be true anymore.  No perhaps that is not so, perhaps it is that I have been reawakened to the joys of sharing, the pleasures of companionship,  the wonder of loving and being loved.

The glimpse is filled with excitement.  The silence that follows is deafening.  Emotion wells up inside until it can no longer be contained.  Nights are filled with tears and the cries of forgotten dreams.  Days are filled with empty smiles, the necessities of work, the hiding place of an empty house.

Faith is bruised, not yet quite broken. 

God help me.
The Things I Fear

I fear never having used all the colours in the crayon box to colour my love for him

I fear living lonely and dying the same way

I fear never being worth "the risk"

I fear hurting others when my desire is to help them find their way to healing

I fear never hearing his voice again

I fear that it was something I said
....or did

I fear never exploring the wonder of the gift we were offered

I fear, fear.......and where it may take me

I fear not knowing how to pray

I fear not knowing how to listen
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