Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ~ Lao Tzu
I’m in love with your fire…does that sound strange to you, my love?
The burn of your anger that used to make me pull away is no longer a threat to my tender feminine heart.
I’ve grown to love even this part of you, because now I crave everything that’s real.
When I hardly knew myself, I would frown at the way you commanded space; I would hide from your truth; the truth that you so desperately left at my feet while we argued.
You were vulnerable, always vulnerable, always giving all of yourself.
I was afraid.
Afraid that you would hate what was raw and unhealed inside me.
Afraid that my scars would appear ugly.
Afraid that if I showed you what had shaped me in the past, that you would run far away.
But it was me who had run away although I appeared to still be at your side.
When you spoke of your passions it exposed all my dead dreams. I’m sorry that I did not listen.
When you spoke of the fierce love you had for me I remained cool and detached.
It took me years but I finally have awoken and I see the wisdom with which you’ve cured me.