The Mother of All Pearls Part Three
This comment is the reason you are so special to me, why I can’t bare seeing you hurt so deeply and why I can’t turn my back on you and walk away when you have need of my friendship.
In all the years I have written about what happened to my family you are the only woman who ever expressed empathy and compassion by saying you were sorry for what had happened to us.
In spite of your own great pain – how deeply you have been hurt by others.
You have no idea just how much your words impressed me at the time.
It is the reason I chose to love you (in spite of my own vow to never love another woman again I made the last time a woman broke my heart) in any capacity you could accept and why I will never stop loving you as a friend.
Not only did you touch my heart and restore my ability to love again but you taught me how to love truly.
You gave me the opportunity to grow another step beyond the anger and vindictiveness fueled by emotional pain.
To do the opposite of what my deceitful heart was telling me to do – to stop myself from reacting by lashing out.
For the first time in my life I really had to think things through and act accordingly; in order to be the true friend you needed me to be as well as to be true to myself and my ideals.
Thank you so much for reaching out to me and touching my heart.
But especially for being yourself and the gift of your friendship.
The Mother of All Pearls (the piece of your heart) that resides safely within the Treasure Box of my heart.
Here is the link where Nan’s comment resides:
One Final Note:
The day Nan left her comment on my blog was five days before one of my ribs popped out of its socket.
Requiring me to spend the following 5 to 6 weeks out of work – 3 of those weeks in extreme pain as I could not sneeze or cough without hurting.
That event and the pain with it turned out to be blessing and the best time of my life (the only exception being the birth of my son) because it was during that time that my friendship with Nan began.
She was with me through that painful time in my life.
“One always runs the risk of weeping, if one lets himself be tamed….It is such a secret place – the land of tears” – The Little Prince, who continues to inspire me.
If you knew just how many pieces of my heart lie scattered around here, you’d judge my character. I have given little bits to everyone I have been attracted to. I still do. They all have a piece of me, that they use at their will and I let them. I am not afraid of being judged. I am an incorrigible flirt. It all boils down to the void in me, that creeped up with the failure of my first love and now aggravated by the departure of someone I was deeply in love with, for the second time in my life.
I am a loner in real life, as against virtual screens. I have cut off…
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