Love Lost And Loved Again...or Do You Really

When I was fifteen years old, I fell into something so weird and crazy. It was love. I never wanted the feeling to leave but when it abandoned me, like a dog that lost a limb, I didn’t think I would ever want to grasp that feeling again. So, what I did I was took that love I had, wrapped it in a metal box, chained it to a rock, and dropped it deep in the ocean of my heart. Now that I am older, I’m searching for my box and can’t seem to find it. It’s sad to say but when dropping an emotion so important as love, one must be prepared to have to dig deep within the recesses of the human heart. The most unexpected person came along to rescue my heart before it was lost forever, my son. The love from him will never fade like so many other types of love. I cherish him and will respect our love forever. I realize that from the first tug of the heart until one finds the joy of experiencing the excitement of lasting love with a soul mate, there will be the valley and mountaintop experiences. Therefore, he or she must not become discouraged while waiting for that certain someone. Mr. or Ms. Right surely is on the way. I have been at a point where I thought if I put a g

How did love become secondary to me in my life? Thinking back I believe so many times that I failed love or did it fail me. The greatest lesson that I learned is that there is a price attached to love. You make an investment and give a portion of yourself. Sometimes that portion becomes damaged by the wear and tear of a stormy relationship. Lost love produces no dividends so you get no return on your investment. It cost you something to love. A sinking ship doesn’t start out on rough water. The unsuspecting ship charted course has its destiny changed by unforeseen conditions of the day. One minute the sky can be bright and sunny and in a matter of seconds the day can turn dark. Some storms can do damage beyond repair. So it is with love, my love. Friends told me he’s cheating but I wouldn’t hear them. In my opinion they we’re jealous because I had something they didn’t have. Friends can throw out a lifeline but until you’re ready to reach out and grab it you just continue to sink.

Sometimes those hands are so tiny but are rich with healing power. Hands still discovering there own potential determine to carry weighty packages to lighten the load. The wonder of it all is that without plan or preparation real love touches its target without aiming for it. Such is the case with the unexpected surprise hidden under toy trucks, dinosaurs, and an old forgotten apple, that carefully covered a beautiful bouquet of crinkled tissue paper at the bottom of a backpack. The refrigerator is love on display with all the perfectly drawn portraits labeled Mommy and me. In fact, many unique, specially designed, one of kind cards tell a wonderful story of unconditional love on display in a home. Love in my house is endless. It comes from times shared, learning new lessons, writing 3 inch ABC’s, and bedtime prayers, and stories. The magic moments are not the planned vacations but the unexpected visits in the middle of the night and the little feet kicking me in my back letting me know I’m here. My son does not define love he simply shows it. If you ask him what is love? He would say, “I don’t know.” But when it comes to showing it he is a master. He wakes up ready to greet the day with a contagious huge smile. While sometimes friends are hard to find. He has convinced one that Elmo and mommy run neck and neck for first place as his best friend. I know he is my friend but he continues

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Loved Lost, Corinthians Chapter, “mommy love, “mommy love you”, broken heart, love step, key heart, love you”, love display,