Love teaches us all manner of expectations, and teaches us to think "this must happen" or "I can't live without this"— whoever has not yet learned to live ignoring all of this will find their sorrow never ends. From my own life I've seen that what causes only pain when we cling to it can still bring peace when we simply feel it without binding ourselves to it. Can we ever truly keep what we refuse to let go? What once wounded and bloodied me— on the condition of never doing that again, I can love, I can fall in love and still be well. Because love has no grammar, we must arrange love within the grammar of being well. But sorrow is the pet name for love that begins with "what if."
Sorrow Is His Nickname
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