Patience

Love is patient.

Somewhere along the way I forgot that part.

Maybe I was tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of longing. And in that pivotal moment where I could have chosen to let go even more, instead some tiny part of my heart rebelled.

It clung to the idea that these dreams were on a schedule. That these hopes needed a push. That my longing was a raging fire that would consume me.

But love is patient.

Love is patient enough that it allowed me to see where that choice could lead. It allowed me to stumble. And stumble yet again. Until it all came full circle.

Until I remembered.

Until I remembered that hope need not die when the winter’s cold puts the buried seeds to rest. That dreams don’t have to wither in the dry part of the summer, because they are rooted in the eternal springs of fate.

Love is patient enough that it let me bleed. And love is patient enough that, when the time was right, it showed me the way back.

Love is patient. And so I will be. Love is patient. And so are we.

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