The light of the heavy meadow

How can a heart be so light and heavy all at once? Like a meadow that's just been drenched by a hard fall of rain only to be followed by such radiant light.

I spoke with you tonight--we spoke to each other--and where there was dark wrought through light. We each must foray into dark places alone, grow. But somehow knowing our paths are separate yet similar is comfort to me. And knowing there is love still is at once heartwrenching and sweet, so sweet. I will stay the path forward and send what energy I can toward your own journey. I hope and I love. You are special to me, as is what we were.

Invest in loss.

Thank you for this phone call.

I love you.