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.