*She told this story to remind me that just because someone shits one you doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And not everyone who offers to help you out of the mess, really cares.*
Stephen: But, I love you
Elizabeth: So, love me
Stephen: But I miss you
Elizabeth: Then miss me
Elizabeth: Send me love and light every time you think of me, then let me go.
Eat. Pray. Love. (2010)
Today I wasn’t angry. For the first time in a while. And it wasn’t the sunshine, it wasn’t the cold air. It wasn’t anyone other than you. I am hurt by you, but I don’t want you hurt. I love you too much for that.
I let go of trivial things easily but it’s the hardest thing in the world for me to swallow my pride. But somewhere in the middle of the night, while my brain rested, my heart crept north and deposited the knowledge that my behavior is not love either.