Another picture that I took of a coffee shop journal entry. It reads:

I had learned through life experiences to be wary of love. Love hurts. Breaks your soul. But I have discovered that life experiences sometimes are only to make you see the beauty in things to come. Love does not always hurt. Love can invigorate you – dredge you up from the depths of hell. Now, through God’s grace, I understand. I was only being prepared for this, the rarest of all things, the true pure love that I feel for you. Unlike everything I’ve ever known. And I am grateful every day to wake up in the morning and just watch you breathing, laying next to me. I am grateful for every loving gaze into my eyes, every time your arms are wrapped around me. And I am grateful, most of all, that I never completely gave up on love. Thanks to God, and to you, for the joy and wonder that is my life. I love you. Today, tomorrow, forever.

Come on, now. Thoughts, anyone? Were you as moved as I was? Okay, so there is one tiny cynical side of me that thinks, um, was this written by a high school senior or college sophomore (or similar young, inexperienced person) who had one bad high school heartbreak, then fell in love again and now thinks that they have found nirvana? And then there is a bigger part of me that is like, right on! I know! I have been there – all of the "theres", by the way. The sadness. The despair. The heartbreak. Getting to the point where you think "okay, I’m pretty sure I’ll fall in love again one day, but right now I can’t imagine ever being able to fall in love". And then I also know the euphoria, and the calm, and the gratitude of having hung in there and fallen in love again and then going "ah, so THIS is what I was missing before."

Thoughts"?

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