Can I just love you forever?

"No one knew much about her past, but somewhere along the way, she drifted into something I could never put into words"

               -- R.M. Drake

What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed but never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

Sometimes I don't know my own strengths. It can be hard to tell just how much weight I can safely bear, or how much will crush me. I'd like to think that I can shoulder as big a burden as I believe I can, that it's all a matter of will. Certainly a comforting thought. Other times it's hard to remember that I had any strength at all. Then I can only hope to have someone remind me -- I was once fierce and able.

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Everyone is fighting their own battle.