- we would move on to meet and love others,
- we would each eventually be displaced as the relationship standard against which new prospects are measured,
- we implicitly acknowledged that it would be a struggle eventually to stay in touch.
Why did I hope that it would hurt to move on, when many are afraid to stick even their bare big toe in the murky waters of love?
If love could NOT cut you down to the ground, would you want it? If it wouldn't hurt when your child lies to you, would it mean anything when he or she said, "Mommy, I love you"? You cannot love without exposing some vulnerability, and why would you want to? Even if you could love without feeling pain, would you learn anything about your soul's topography in the process?
There is a logical argument (as in explanation, not debate) for the stinging phenomenon of love, but knowing why is not the same as knowing that
"there are sharks in the water
but the only way to survive
is to breathe deep