Sometimes I’m tentative in loving. Often, actually. Especially if someone has hurt me or made mistakes in the past, I tend to love with one foot wedged firmly in the door just in case I have to get out fast. I love through a filter of caution and self-protection and it makes my love weak and anemic. I don’t want to love like that. I want – desperately – to return to a tribal kind of love. The kind of passion that makes me ready to defend my team just because they’re my team. And they may be wrong and they may fail, but unconditional love understands that people aren’t flawless and mistakes aren’t fatal.
True love sticks hard. It sticks in the rough-and-tumble days of disappointment and it sticks when the crowds cheer and confetti falls. True love checks its exit strategy at the door. True love is true love not in spite of the hard times, but because of them.
I really want to love like that.