Complicated yet simple. So many degrees, levels, types. Between mother and daughter, father and son, friend and friend, man and woman, person and pet! All different, yet the same.
I want to write about love, but now that I’m here to write about it, I can’t decide where to start, maybe I’ll try the beginning. My heart is filled with love. I always feel great when I give it away, but I don’t feel so great when I don’t receive it. How am I searching for it when I have so much? Maybe I’m addicted.
Never have I felt it like I have in the past two days or so. I had a major surgery. I’m feeling alone. Not lonely, but alone. Some friends came by, they’ve texted, messaged, commented, called. I am so thankful, I felt the love. But yet in the silence of the house, I find myself reaching for my phone to see if I missed something. It’s really a drug. I think it’s the dopamine or something. The only way I can think of getting more is giving it away. Love really makes this world a better place to live.
Thank you to everyone who has thought of me, said a quick prayer, called, texted, commented on a post, sent me something (of which I was so happy and surprised!) , thank you. Thank you so very much. You are my filler of love. You are filling my bucket. I only hope I can return it.
Thank you Dierdre, Kathy, and Kima for special. Thank you for taking the extra step to make sure I felt the love. I love you! I am so glad I have it to share with my “people,” including my babies at school, where the street goes both ways. Spread the love people! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Did I say thank you?
