You cannot choose who you love. I always thought that was just hyperbole.
I loved Sara but that was a love that came with time. It rooted itself in lust and became love. Eric was a love born of friendship and comfort. Each love is different. Each the same.
And each, I would not choose to have not loved, though each caused pain. Now I love again, and this time it was like lightning from a cloudless sky. Unexpected and igniting a passion I cannot ignore.
Despite difficulties, despite hardship, despite the shoals of heartbreak, I would not change my heart. I don’t think she loves me back, I don’t think she is in a place to love me. But that doesn’t matter. I am a magnet and she is true north. Ma petite tempête hivernale, you are loved.
Pelgris 