The first time I met Love.
My heart was broken and I asked.
“How could you have betrayed me?”
And Love replied,
“It was your expectations. I am incapable of betrayal.”
The second time I met Love.
My spirit felt crushed and I asked,
“How could you have hurt me?”
And Love replied,
“It was your reaction to the situation.
I am incapable of causing pain.”
The third time I met Love.
My energy was drained and I asked,
“How could you have depleted me?”
And Love replied,
“It was your lack of self-love and failure to set appropriate boundaries.
I am incapable of depleting you.”
The fourth time I met Love.
My entire being felt alone and I asked,
“How could you have abandoned me?”
And Love replied,
“I am always with you and can never leave you.
As I dwell within you.”
The fifth time I met Love.
My soul felt vulnerable, naked and exposed and I asked,
“How could you have embarrassed me?"
And Love replied,
“It was your ego that caused you to feel embarrassed.
I am incapable of experiencing or causing shame.”
The sixth time I met Love.
Anger rippled through me and I asked,
“How could you have taken from me?”
And Love replied,
“I cannot take from you.
I give while asking for nothing in return,
As I am unconditional.”
The seventh time I met Love.
A deep sense of sadness pervaded me
and I asked,
“How could you have fooled me and then used me?”
And Love replied rather gently and compassionately,
“Do not mistake someone’s inability to love you.
For the truth of who I am.”
And the eighth and final time I met Love.
I greeted it as an old friend,
Free from expectations, heartbreak, pain, shame and conditions
And Love embraced me and said,
“Now you truly know me.”
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