Remembering the truest love I have ever known
I am proof that love exists. Call it fate. Consider it luck. I refer to it as a blessing. It is that rare, genuine love you think you will never find. The kind I kept wishing for with each and every breath I exhaled into the candle flames on my birthday cake. Year after year. To have someone believe in me with such vulnerability? To be the recipient of such trust? That’s quite a responsibility. I’m holding their heart in my hands.That another would have such faith believing I would never hurt them and never harm either them or their heart? How can anyone put that much trust ...