It doesn't have to be all about the loss of what you once had. It's about knowing that you have the capability to have it at all.

I can honestly say that after leaving therapy, I was in emotional agony for some time...months and months...and the physical aspect of it was excruciating as well. It was as if someone was actually trying to pull my heart out of my chest...I had the most awful and gut-wrenching feeling laying inside me for hours and hours at a time. And yet none of it ever felt like a burden. As I have moved very slowly through this cycle of grief, the pain has lessened, but the love has remained as strong as ever. It makes me believe that perhaps for the very first time in my life I stared loss right in the eye and didn't back down. I let myself feel it. I didn't run away from it. And I'm still here. I'm still strong. The love I feel for him still beats within me. So I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid to love because I'm not afraid of the pain any longer. I can't be with my T, but I didn't lose for loving him. I didn't lose for feeling the pain of missing him. He showed me what I'm capable of. He showed me the love I have to offer. Grief can't ever steal the love in my heart away from me. Love wins.

I really believe it is all about what you choose to give the power to...fear or hope? I'd hate to see anyone denying themselves the joy of living and feeling and caring for another human being. It really is a precious thing.

Peaches100 and Rainbow8