Love

Love is so beautiful and comes in so many forms. I oftened wondered after I lost my Mother to Cancer and even my best buddy, "Boomer" why should I love again to only lose it? The loss was so difficult for me, and I have come to realize that when I do love, I truly love, with everything God gave me. This is why the pain is so hard. Even after my husband no longer wanted me and only thought of me as money owed, I could not let go of the love we shared for 28 years, because I had never stopped loving him. I now know, that love has to be twofold to be able to hold onto it. Our love is gone, and even if he felt it left years ago, to myself, it went away just recently.
I am ready to love again. No one wants to be alone, and that is what I am. My tears do not come from my loss any longer, they come for the cry of love. I want to know someone in this world loves me, not just as a supporter, or an object but as someone that will love them back with their whole heart, because when I do love, that is how I do so.