There’s something they don’t tell us about love.
For all the butterflies in the stomach and the swooning, the spark of hands touching and the rush of first kisses, there is a debt to be paid. It’s an incredible ride when we’re riding the highs, but the higher we go, the further there is to fall when something disrupts the ride.
The reality hit me first when I lost my partner suddenly in 2001. That’s when I understood that the depth of the grief is commensurate to the depth of the love. But it’s not something relegated only to tragedy and loss; it also applies to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and arguments.
Sudden tears. Loss of appetite (or comfort eating). Headaches. Quick tempers. Numbness. Nausea. Incoherent thoughts. Anger. Insomnia. The list goes on and on.
When love throws a curve ball, that’s when we are given the opportunity to decide whether or not the price of love is a price we are willing to pay. I can’t answer that question for you, but I can tell you that no amount of pain or loss as ever made me regret the love that preceded it.
And never forget that I love you.
Love,
