The remnants of Love
I thought about him again today. It woke me up out of my sleep, and now I can’t get it off my mind. It is a strange feeling to still care so deeply about someone you have not been near for oh so long. The relationship ended, whatever it was, the hurt, the anger, the passion, all of those emotions I felt so strongly, have been properly processed and pushed to the side. And yet, he is on my mind. I find myself praying that he is okay, that he will find his way, that he will too be able to process those emotions, heal from the wounds that have cut so deep and move forward. When I see him, it hurts.. Not in a I am still hurt kind of way, but much like in the way it hurts to see a child fall, or a friend with a broken heart or a parent or friend greiving. It hurts because he is so wounded. The pain in his face, the look of panic/sadness, and then the layers of protection he has put over his heart. I hurt for him. I thank God that I am okay, that as much pain and hurt that our damaged then demolished relationship caused, I was able to pick up the pieces of my heart and get them to emergency where after several weeks of surgery and now months of healing has produced a fragile, yet healing, beating heart. I pray that he will get there, I pray that he is getting there. It is like that Lauryn Hill song, I used to love him.. When I see him sometimes the look in his eyes, is one of a man who’s lost treasures untold. He is so lost, and all I want to do is help him. But instead, I pray, and trust that just like God found and restored me, he will do the same for him.