Unfortunately, our sweet, pink, hopeful and loving brains twist and reason those words
to best fill the holes in our hearts that we want them to and think they SHOULD fill, that they lose their meaning.
My Moma's husband told her he wanted to share his life with her 26 years ago when they were dating. Sounds lovely and romantic, right? WRONG. He said exactly what he meant and for the last quarter century, she has been living HIS life with him, wondering where she lost herself along the way.