I love the feel of tears running over my lips. I don't stop to wipe my eyes. These tears cleanse. If they are wiped away or an attempt is made to hide them from the world, they don't possess a healing power that these tears with taste do. That's the joy I find when I stop thinking about the sadness.
Love never dies. It may fade; it may wither to a point where it seems there should be nothing left, but it never dies. Love is from God, of God, and is God. That's why it breaks my heart when people think that love somehow dies. Death cannot separate you from the love you have for someone. It's still held in your heart. And just because you may grow to love someone else, does not mean that you love them any less.
This is why I literally just cried my eyes out. A man, a wonderfully good man, lost his wife. He is in so much pain and I don't know how long ago he started living without her. To actually attempt to open his heart scares him so much because he's worried he's going to lose her even more than he already has. He feels he's going to lose the memory of her; he feels he's going to lose their love. He deserves so much and he's so lonely and broken. His whole world, he loved his wife so much that she became his world, has vanished and had to figure out how to live without her. The thought of this just brings tears to my eyes. But I've finally come to a place where I am not mad about loss.
This life is not the end all, be all. There is more for him. He loved someone so much that he helped her be a better person, and she him. He helped her get to heaven and that is what spouses are there for.
Well, in my mind she went to heaven, and since these are fictional characters, that's not something I would like to debate about. Yes, I'm crying about people on a TV show. But that's why I love stories. I invest my heart and learn more about this crazy/amazing yet daunting and frightening world we live in. And God made it so we can learn about love. Because that's the only way we're going to practice enough to be able to experience the onslaught of love in heaven. If we don't get any practice in this lifetime there's no way we'll be ready. So practice. You won't regret it.
Yes, I know my grammar is atrocious. I apologize. I'm going to use the excuse that it's almost 4 in the morning while not actually thinking that made any difference. And yes, I did have to look up how to spell the word atrocious.
