See the flowers grow from the muddy earth. Howard Jones.
“Hug me like you mean it,” she said, and my eyes said that I could not. The hurt was too large, too fresh. The confusion had bruised my heart. My arms wouldn’t do what they should. She knew it. I knew it. Once we could. Once we were close. Now we stood totally separate.
The word friend hung like a smoky mist, taunting the two of us. Our faces showed we knew more. Words weren’t going to do it. Neither she nor I wanted it to end that way − then or now. Neither she nor I could change the mistakes we made that piled in small silences on each other until our laughter, our memories were in jeopardy if we tried to hold what was once still.
Only love can cause a problem so large, so deeply felt. Only love unconditional can forgive the hurt, so the healing can start. Only love made my arms loose up for that hug while my heart wished for a different end to the story. But that hug made my heart bigger, softer,, and stronger for the love of it. I hugged to let her know how I valued what we had both lost.
If you love, you know that the flowers need dirt, and that sad things can make a large heart larger and able to love even more.
−me strauss Letting me be