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to love someone long-term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be.
the ppl they’ve grown too exhausted to be any longer. the ppl they don’t recognize inside themselves anymore — the ppl they’ve grown out of or never ended up growing into.
it isn’t our job to hold anyone accountable to the people they ‘used’ to be.
it isn’t our job to hold anyone accountable to the people they ‘used’ to be.
man, so often we so badly want ppl we love to speedily get their ‘spark’ back when it burns out or when they feel or seem lost. but that’s not love. love is patient. it waits and it encourages. it doesn’t ridicule or torment — from either party. it’s ever-growing. unconditional.
and I’m saying this because loving someone, really loving someone, to their core — means that it is our job to travel with them between each version and to honor what emerges along the way.
& frankly, sometimes it’ll be an even more luminescent flame—& sometimes, it’ll be just a flicker that disappears & temporarily floods a room with a necessary stillness. and when/if either happens, I pray you show up in a way you’d want someone to show you. just love well. please
