Love goes (but it always comes back)

Love left but came back with new eyes, with new hands. Love left but came back with a voice I didn’t recognize, with a heart I didn’t expect. Yes – the love left, but when it came back, I couldn’t help but forgive it, for it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. It was bigger than I expected.

You know… when love left, he didn’t ask me to follow him, but I insisted. I tried with all my might to convince myself that I was worthy, that I was capable of making this last. I clothed my words in silk poetry; I tried to get him to be pampered and praised. I begged, like a nostalgic beggar just asking to go home again. But the love still went away. It still slipped through my fingers.

You deserve a love that gives itself FULL for the relationship

For a while, I didn’t hear about love. I felt like a prisoner in her silence – how could I forget? How could I ignore all the things I’d been promised, all the things I felt inside the soft center of my heart? I was angry with love, and yet I still sought its eyes in every crowd, I still heard its voice in every person I knew.

When love finally came back, I didn’t accept it. I noticed with every inch of my soul a love that was different, a love that had a softer voice. I searched for the love that had left me, I searched for the same caresses, for the same flaws, for what I had known for so long. This was the love I wanted, but this isn’t the love that found me, it wasn’t the love that stayed.

On the outside, this love had kinder skin. He held me in a different way, kissed me in a different way. Love had a diverse worldview, laughed at the things love usually hadn’t laughed at, cried when love usually didn’t.

Love has changed. It was different, yet it was exactly the same. It was everything I had never looked for, yet it was everything I needed. Love was, yes – but it left with intention, it left with purpose. He was to grow, to become what I really needed him to be.

Love left but came back changed. He came back stronger, more alive and he may even leave again, but I will always trust that he will come back. For love always has a trick up its sleeve, it always gives meaning to every leave.

Trust me when I say that no matter how long it takes, love always comes back. If it looks the same, or feels the same, love always comes back. Whether or not you have the same name, or live in the same place, or express the same way – always comes back. Love never goes away forever. Love always comes back.

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