To wander a moor is an enchantment that both warms and chills, and that day was no different. Within the desolation, within a wintry wind, heather blossoms leapt as bonny flames. The sun hugged low to the hills, either rising or setting, I can’t recall which. You’d think I would, wouldn’t you? Because that is the day we met, he and I. Upon that silver-green expanse, so kissed with ‘top of the rainbow’ hues, his silhouette grew details. As our eyes met, my lungs took in the fresh air to maximum and my heart gained a lively rhythm.
Come the springtime our love was as the buds, opening slowly, praying for the sweet charity of soft radiance.
It's important with a new love that we have made the effort to fully heal first, to do the inner work that is required to become a whole person once more. Otherwise we put upon the new love the "crimes" of the ones who came before. We are all unique. All born into our era, our family, our body. We can only be ourselves and accountable for ourselves. And this is all the more apparent when we fall in love, when we need to see the new person as they truly are, no filter, no expectations, only acceptance, loving them always and in all weathers.
I am faithful until I am repeatedly betrayed and injured... then I leave. I love until the other proves that they cannot comprehend true love. Real faith and love requires the heart of a true warrior, a true fighter, a kind of toughness that is devoted to kindness. New love is precious. Real lasting love is my holy grail. So, be that, be that rare kind of true love and this bond will be eternal. That I promise to you.