This is the first time in my life I’ve questioned unconditional love.

I’m blessed to love, and be loved.

I’ve been hurt and stopped loving; I’ve lost love and grieved.

But this is the first time I’ve been uncertain whether long, unquestioned love can, indeed, be wounded.

My uncertainty is a wound that refuses to heal.

Life in 5 lines or less© ponders love here, on Saturdays.