I could scream. I could snarl and spit. I could break things. I could be cruel.
But I refuse to be ruled by anger and bitterness.
I could cry. I could break down. I could crawl into my pain and never come out again.
But to give up on life would hurt me even more.
I could say that I’m devastated.
But I’ve survived worse.
I could say I’ll never love again.
But of course I will. I am a creature of love. I have too much of it to keep it to myself.
I can say that I had the courage to love and be loved. I can say that it was the most beautiful treasure, made more precious by it’s brief span. I can say that it moved and inspired me. I can say that it was the closest I’d come to perfection in a long time.
But now I need to have the courage to let it go with grace.
To live with the reminders and make peace with them.
To make a wish for healing, not for just for myself.
To take this sadness and render it into something beautiful.
To take this emptiness and fill it up with Life.
To find forgiveness.
And to hold it in my heart as tightly as I held you in my arms.
