There are so many things that love is. So many facets, so many events, moments, words, looks, and emotions. How do you separate them all? How do you decide what is true and what is "comfortable"? I love this little forward, it really makes you see the innocence of love and what is really where it all began. It is so sweet how little people see such great things in people. Once Marissa told me when she was about three, "Mommy you have the prettiest eyes I've ever sawed" She didn't want anything from me or have anything to prove to me, she just told me how her heart felt. I love that. I wish all love was like that. Unfortunately as we get older we F**k things up and really hurt the ones we love allowing our hearts to turn from innocent to guilty, soft to hard, compassionate to uncaring. How does this happen?
I wish love could always be like this...
'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy - age 4
God love Billy, I hope he never feels anything different.
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One can only change what one wants to!
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