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.