My own ‘House’ is being rebuilt. Same as the physical one in this photo.
As it’s supported by timber to prop it up, mine is supported by Love. Keeping me in place, holding me up.
Today my friends came through and God came through, as he always comes through. My love for my man kept coming through.
Oh, how love can hurt. The betrayal caused from an early age lasts. ‘Family’ is the first love. And then when that ‘love’ is squashed and innocence is stolen: Pain is what’s caused… from that very first encounter with ‘Love’.
Can loving and being loved ever happen once more?? Can you love again?? Truly love again?? Deeply?
It’s a tall order.
But not impossible.
Love comes back. But this time, the love is Real.
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Hi 🙂 Bit of a sombre one today, but simultaneously, Wonderful in its message! 🙂
Thanks for reading 🙂