Love Stories Are Never Over

LOVE STORIES ARE NEVER OVER

You might have heard otherwise, but I'm telling you, it's true.

It's true the way that nothing is ever over—like the death of a tree is the birth of a new one who's end will bring another start...

When we love someone, we never stop.

You will always love your family. And you still love your lovers, your high school sweetheart, your childhood best friends.

After all, the very nature of love is infinite.

Love Is Infinite

It can’t be stopped, really. Can never be "over."

And don’t tell me that you must have never really loved, then.

You did.

But you’ve been telling the story so you could let go.

So you could stop feeling the pangs that memories bring.

Don’t do that. Don’t stop feeling. Don’t try to “get over” it, or find “how it went wrong.”

Don’t make the one you loved the villain so you can feel like you GOT away instead of feeling love ALL the way.

Don’t close it off.

You’re trying to “move on.”

But if moving on means closing up, the only place you're moving on can fit is a smaller love.

After all, you cannot close off an infinite thing.

You can only close off the part of you that is infinitely open.

Don’t do that.

Open

Open.

Open wide... so wide that you can hold the loves of every lifetime, and not diminish a single one. Let infinite love infinitely open you.

Make friends with the ache and the heartbreak.

For love and light are inextricable,

And shutting off a love story can only mean you turned out your light.

And God knows, we need more light in this place.

Stay on, my friend. Stay all the way on, until every circuit inside you is lit up like lightening.

Remember the ways he gave you chills, and feel them all over again.

That song? The one that brings you right back to the day you thought your heart might burst?

Listen to it, on repeat, until your very skin is teeming with the memories.

Let it rip your heart open wide, and break off the cement. Your heart only aches against the circumstances... HOW DARE THEY BE DIFFERENT.

It does not ache against love.

Give your permission to the circumstances, and let the ache be like you, let the rain fall.

Let your story be full of residue and not resentment. The residue of rain is LIFE. Flowers, grass and trees.

Soften and see... the hard cement of resentment you tried to pour over your aching heart didn't stop the love.

Love will simply crack you open on its way in and out.

It will not stop.

It will not leave.

And you will never be fully "over" it.

Love's story is never over, and neither is yours.

And thank God for that.