Saturday, July 18, 2009
Kissing you goodbye, the tears stream down my face. I won't cry. I won't worry. I won't be overcome with the emptiness of you not here. Two weeks is significantly less time than a soldier going off to war is gone. The danger is not their danger. But flying to the other side of the world might as well be the moon. Or Flint, Michigan.
We have had to say goodbye so many times this year. I don't want to get used to it. In fact, tonight I am at a loss.
Over the next few weeks I will feel as if a part of me is missing. My arm. My leg. My heart. Brad Paisley has a song out now that says, I Loved You Then, speaking of the times along the way that we thought we loved that someone in our life. We thought love was profound and real, and then we are moved by our capacity to love more. We take love for granted. And then we are surprised by it all over again.
It's been over 17 years since I first fell for you. And I am surprised again by love.
Posted by Twila Bennett at 11:04 PM