Reflecting on this Process of Love I’ve realized that love hurts.
Love hurts because it opens me up to a her, allowing her direct access to the most inner parts of my being that is closed to the rest of the world.
I have no control over how a she decides to handle my heart, so if she fumbles it I am left to pick up the pieces that are strewn across the floor. If she nurtures and holds my heart, I am secure enough to jump off the highest mountain cliff, knowing that no matter how far I may fall, the chord that binds us will pull me back into her arms.
This Process of Love has taught me that most people’s idea of Love is conditional, so I must do first before I partake in the wells of their vulnerability. I must bear the weight of their burdens before I unload mine. I must sacrifice before I can feel the refreshing glory of Love’s embrace.
I Love because I need Love in return, not because it can be easily given.
I hurt because I dare to jump into the possibility of what could be; it’s not because I enjoy exposing my depths to strangers.
Being open is dangerous, but rewarding. It’s painful, but can also possibly heal the wounds of past hurts. Vulnerability is a risk taken to find the very thing you may need.
So when the opportunity presents itself, take the chance. Leap, and find yourself navigating the Process of Love.