Love wins.

With hesitation and surprising strength, honeybee moved closer and clutched his right hand. She whispered, a faint crackle colors her normally confident tone, “I’m afraid of being the only crazy in love one.”

His eyes smiled and heart opened. He then simply and without a verbal response created a cwtch by linking both of her hands in his and allowing the fear to drain from her body.

His strength merged with her passion. His will merged with her depth. There, face to face, something shifted. Subtle but sure, there was a clear sense of how unshakeable true connection always is.

True love, wins.

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2 Responses to Love wins.

  1. Marie says:

    Just want to say thank you for this post and the blog as a whole. I’ve learned much from your reflections, which are consistently authentic and insightful. Thank you!

    I was happy to see a post on love – the whole phenomenon of love is so fascinating and amazing. When it comes to love, perhaps the best way to gain insight and understanding is through literature, poetry, and other types of art & music. That said, I think that it would be great if at some point you wrote about love using an essay-style approach, the sort of approach you used in your recent post on commitment. I’m sure that your readers would benefit from what you had to say. This is just a friendly suggestion, of course. Mainly, I just wanted to say thanks for the blog. : )

  2. Deb says:

    you are a beautiful cwtch. I will always think of you this way.

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