As you are reading this,
your surroundings look a bit brighter,
a warmth runs around in your body,
you feel safe,
safe enough to heal,
let go,
release,
breathe deeply, and
feel free.
You are not attracted to love.
You are attracted to the version of love you recognize.
Until that recognition changes,
the people will change but the lesson will not.
A tree does not rush its seasons.
It does not apologize for winter.
It does not push spring.
Everything is supposed to arrive on time.
Hold on, the wait ends.