Ronnie's Blog

 

The touch of your tears on my face never left me.
Your pain was my pain, when I hurt you, I hurt myself even more.
The feeling when we reconciled brought joy into my sadness
And the touch of your lips created an indelible memory of the moment.

 

When a broken love is repaired, it is like being transported from a drowning sea to a beach where silver sand glistens in the sunlight and blue waves lap gently against the shoreline.
After love is restored, the birds in the trees start singing again and happiness reigns.
We hurt ourselves when we hurt those we love, but the elation when we make up is unparalleled.