I’ve been reading one of my old blogs, written back during the stormy days of my life called “law school.” Most of the entries were about someone very special, whom I both pined for and raged over. We both had many outbursts, each one a study in the word “catastrophic.” But undeniably, love was there. Rich and abiding soul-deep love.
Law school and the rest of its rainy days are over now. The war has ended. The parties have reached stalemate and peace has been achieved. Despite the rubble of the aftermath remaining in the battlefield, I look back and see the relationship at its best. It’s like finding the rose-colored glasses I’ve tossed away and putting them on again. The glass has suffered from cracks, but it still works. Putting them on again, the good feelings return and you see why the love remained despite all the battles fought.
It feels good to be vindicated. It feels better to be loved.
