Love comes wearing many guises. Not all of them are pretty. In fact, many of them are not. Because love is forever calling out to us, “Can you see me? Are you willing to know me when I am disheveled and unkempt?
And isn’t it ironic, that all this time I couldn’t give you what it was that I had asked for? But believe me, I am listening now. And I’m sorry for targeting you as the one who caused my heart to spill blood.