I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
Love does not heal. That is what time is for. Love is a balm; it soothes, but it is not a replacement, it is not medicine. Love is nourishment, and it keeps you healthy during the time it takes to heal. It is just as important, but it does not fix everything.
Love anyway, because life is quick, and though the hurts pile up, the loves can make the walk down that rocky mountain into a hike. Oh and there’s a picnic at the bottom? This metaphor’s gotten away from me.