Love’s way touches us sweetly, reassures us, enfolds us in safety, even in the midst of the unknown. It makes the broken pieces beautiful, beautiful enough for us to love the edges back together and bathe the places where they touch in acceptance until every single scar glows with the dazzling ...
There’s a crack in that you, and -- can you feel it? -- the fingers of your soul are grasping its edges and prying it open. Because that you wants nothing more than to crash at your feet in a crumble of dust and silence. Facades aren’t meant to last a lifetime.