I want to believe that something good can still come from all of this. That my pain can be transformed into something beautiful.
Inside her heart and mind raged a beautiful inferno, that scorched all those whose intentions were ill, and consumed the few she chose to let in, with a blazing love.
I firmly believe that love is a choice. Yes, there are often gushy feelings associated with it, and those happen too, but far more important is that love is a choice and an action. It is choosing to lay aside my own selfishness…every. single. day. for the good of my marriage.
One has to kill a few of one’s natural selves to let the rest grow — a very painful slaughter of innocents.