I have always believed that love is the greatest and most pure gift granted to mankind. With the power to build and crush kingdoms. A gift designed to raise, enlighten, and inspire, all of those fortunate enough to know it's grace. Love gives us strength to conquer obstacles we would have never dreamed of facing. It gives us courage and perseverance. All the worries and sadness in the world could fall at your feet, but if your true love stands beside you. Everything is perfect.
The true mystery I find in love is how it seems to fade and wither over time. From passionate excitement and euphoric moments, to casual encounters and mild annoyance, till finally your greatest strength has become your weakness and enemy. How can something so beautiful fall so far from the light? How is it that the very person who seemed to piece together the very pieces of your shattered soul now seems heart set on smashing it beyond recognition.
How is it we do not see this deterioration in process? How can so few of us find what it takes to keep love beautiful? Is it pride? Is it not worth the effort? How do we stand by and watch the very essence of our being, the cornerstone of our lives be corrupted and perverted into a vile mass of spite and vengeance?
Things of the past cannot be undone. Many things in the present remain beyond our control. Do we have the strength to seize the future? The primary purpose I seek is to ask but a single question. When is it too late? How do we know when too many hurtful things have been said. Is there ever any going back when the painful memories outweigh the good. Is it possible to stand up in the face of your own Ragnarok and stop the flood of disaster? These answers are lost to me. But I pray you all find them for yourselves. Remember, there was once light, perhaps it has not faded and we merely grow blind to it. I know not.
I fear these words may seal my own fate. But never-the-less Think, and do not fall victim to withered love. Keeps those you hold dear, and never falter.
