What she doesn't know is that she has taught me more about love than most will ever feel or understand. This, from the same girl, that hasn't had the ability to accept or show love for her entire life. This, from the same girl, that has broken my heart into pieces. Relentlessly.
I think I am avoiding it. I don't think I am letting her, until one day I see all the pieces lying around me. As I pick up each piece, it hurts all over again. I pick up the piece that feels like there is no progress; I pick up the piece that reminds me how lonely it can be; The piece that reminds me she doesn't care; I pick up the piece that reminds me I am not doing enough; the piece that says I'm not doing it right; the piece that says we are not done yet; the piece that says I'm tired; the piece that says I'm making this take longer than it should; the piece that says she still isn't feeling all my efforts; the piece that says someone else could do so much better.
Then, after I've picked them up, alone. I find myself somehow whole again. My whole heart reminds me that there has been progress. Inches when I want feet. That I do have help if I am willing to trust it; That I have a sweet and special witness that she can feel and reciprocate my love. It says that I am doing what I can, when I can; That my best is more than enough. It reminds me that I am in it for the long haul; That says I know where to get more strength; That says I cannot compare myself; that says I keep giving for all the glimpses; that assures me I have the only heart to heal hers.
I struggle to stay consistent with myself, in the middle of all her and life's inconsistencies. But at the end of the days, where we have been in complete harmony, I learn love lessons.