Love meant enduring.
This is what I observed in my home.
This is what I was taught in the Church.
This is what I absorbed from the media.
Love is painful.
I heard yelling, names, and threats.
I saw tears, secrets, and resentments.
I felt all the dysfunction, dysregulation, and distance.
Love is difficult.
Imagine my wonder when you came along.
A love that I wasn’t just surviving
A love with intention and compassion
A love that healed and defied the unhealthy wiring I knew.
Love is the open communication, respect and thoughtfulness I once begged for from all the wrong people.
Love, when pure, is everything you asked for and more
Love, when it’s the right person and at the right time, heals the mind and soul.
Kate East | Writer 
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