Being passionate when it comes to life isn’t something that I’ll ever apologize for. However, it’s one of those attributes sometimes I wish I didn’t have. I’d like not to care, but I’d be doing myself a great disservice.
I’m learning not to enable those who don’t understand how hard I fight for them. If you cannot see the diamond in you, why should I assist in buffing it out.
As we grace this earth, everyone changes frequently… the dosages may not be the same, but we change. The love that was there may still exist, but to what magnitude?