Healthy love wants your loved one to be happy, even if that happiness is with someone else.
He ran away from me like he was escaping from a prison cell.
We were in our 20’s and our love was epic. I loved him. He said he loved me. That meant he belonged to me. Earth did not have enough space for our love. Where would I hide him from all those lingering eyes? I even joked about blindfolding him.
“You’re mine,” I declared. Joy rose from deep inside me like a sunrise and a bright white light. I built our dream home with our dream children. Everyone would be jealous of us. But I would make sure my dream home would have no windows and no doors. Our home would have maximum security. I was going to keep my love safe inside.
He was plotting his escape while I was basking in my grasslands and green pastures.
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