Tonight it's in the swaying of trees and the sheets of rain that I find my understanding.
There has been a declaration of truth.
And where vulnerability is even just touched upon, exponential growth has occured.
This is a kind of love that is perhaps misunderstood, but when questioned is found to be profoundly beautiful: realized only to those who are close: close in conversation.
How sweet it is to know love.
And to know it confidently.
posted by Kristina at 00:56
1 Comments:
janzen -
you spoke truth there friend. i know what you mean. its like i go through most of my life, just waiting for one moment of vulnerablity. The rest of it all feels so weak, so tired in comparison. They can often be hard, but those moments are so fufilling. It makes you realize why you are living the rest of the time...
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