Sometimes people don’t realize what they’ve been offered, is room to grow,
space to breathe, heal, try something new, make decisions, and even complete final drafts.
Care: It isn’t always a verb. ‘Tis also a noun. The provision towards what is necessary; to apply consideration to a situation to avoid further damage or risk.
The beauty in love – space to grow – is in the offer to step aside in hopes of growth succeeding. Knowing full well everything may change, and we no longer matter.
Trust is felt, and when it isn’t given in return, we sense the void – feel the lack of – quite like someone’s arms length we clung to for years knowing we shouldn’t.
Love is the color of amber, to me, quite like every color squeezing in together, without erasing one for another in hopes of a happy ending.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I love your beautifully felt last line, “Love is the color of amber, to me, quite like every color squeezing in together, without erasing one for another in hopes of a happy ending.” When it comes to love, especially within the family, while trust gets whips around a bit, it is always there to fall back on and fall into. It is the best feeling ~ faith in ourselves and all those around us. What John wrote rings true ~ trust is fragile and needs to be treated as such by all involved ~ love and faith always impress me with their resilience, but trust is such a delicate thing.
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Love is for always. Dearest, Mr. Collis, your visits produce the biggest smiles. I hope your new year has treated you well thus far. Thank you for your kind words and affirmation. I adore you, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. Grateful for your visits.
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I’m with John on this one, Miss A. Love can be fairly easy, y’know? Just try counting all the people we’ve loved up until now. Trust, though? That’s much tougher. It’s like that old office bonding-thing, where you stand with your back to somebody, close your eyes, and fall backward — hoping they’ll catch you. That just doesn’t come easy. Maybe for some, but certainly not for me! The thing about trust is, it takes time. And shared experiences. And finally, that leap of faith!
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I think trust is the most fragile of commitments. Once lost is is almost impossible to reestablish. Love can reoccur but trust seems to only have one life.
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I’ll never forgot how much I loved trusting with my whole heart. How freeing it truly is. And how debilitating it can be when trust is lost. John, I like your word choice – fragile- very much is. I look forward to trusting again one day with someone special.
Thank you for being here. ♡
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Yes trust has to start over with a newbie. Love can be rekindled but trust has a one and done use up rate. Always here.
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Really something how love can remain steadfast.
Aww, Butch
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Gotta wonder who set it all up that way. 😁
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