Written--June 26’2008
When all your dreams have been shattered, all your hopes gone to air, and everything you have ever held dear taken away—then maybe, only maybe, will you be able to appreciate true love. Until then love is but a fragment of your imagination and your definition of it is skewed. After you have lost everything, if you are still alive to face love when it comes, you will be privileged to see it in its entirety and you are the luckiest man in the world. It’s the price of love, because love is so beautiful and it’s worth more than anything you are willing to give up. The price of love is much—too much to be desired. But when life sends you that mortal blow to your world—which comes to every life, sooner or later—it is your chance to look love face-to-face. Most will not be sane enough to recognize it. Very few will live to enjoy it.
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