Sharing our experiences of love

[AnthroHeart]

That day when I accepted grief as a permanent fixture in the melody of my love. To understand that the twinkling black light of grief is there to strum my most deepest notes. It was as though I found a scintillating black diamond.

In a way to love is to grieve, and to grieve is to love. Gain and loss come and go, but love is there always.

That song reminds me of this one.