One day I will write about what happened - traumatic amnesia is a singular event. But I can't do that now.
Instead, once again, it's Five-Minute Friday, hosted by Kate Montaug. The challenge is to write for five minutes on a given "theme word", posted by Kate on Thursday night...and then stop when the timer dings.
But for me, it's going to take longer; and I will write less. It is the best I can do, and I ask your pardon for the awkwardness.
Today's word is dear.
The first thing that came to mind was a fragment of a poem by Richard Lovelace:
I could love, thee, dear, so much,
loved I not honor more.
We all want romance; no exceptions. Some men try to hide the longing, and some women do, as well.
But there is a price to be able to love fully, and that's loving with honor. Loving when someone is hard to love, believing when faith and trust seem dead, being loyal when you've been repaid by betrayal.
Because you made a promise.
That stuff happens in marriage - all of it.
And honor is not holding onto love, but holding onto the honor of a promise, because that's what we can most closely hold dear.
If you have the chance, please stop by my other blog, "Starting The Day With Grace", at www.dailygracequote.wordpress.com.