“I can’t promise to love you for the rest of your life, but I promise I’ll love you for the rest of mine.”
I saw this on a lovely little knick-nack the other day.
At first, there was the acid wash of grief over my heart, the hitch of breath, the pain that accompanies a reminder of what was lost.
Then I realized… I WILL love him for the rest of mine.
And that’s amazing.
I looked over at the Sexy Chef, and thought to myself… this applies to you. I can’t promise I’ll love you for the rest of your life, but I promise I’ll love you for the rest of mine.
Love is my superpower. And I was blessed not once, but twice with a man who loves me, with all my flaws, my imperfections and my quirks.
Long live love. For the rest of my life…