“I don’t Love you.” she said. It rang out like a gunshot in silence. I didn’t hide behind my pride, I just stood there and let it marinate. I responded by saying, “…okay.” It had been three months since we had decided to end our relationship. I had proposed the question of Love in jest, as a comparison to hate, and even apathy. It was my attempt to be lighthearted in a conversation where tensions ran high, but so much for that. It was the first time I had ever heard that from

Today when you woke up, Love greeted you with the most amazing gift anyone could ever receive, life. Your inhaled your first conscious breath of the day and then Love blessed you yet again with another invaluable gift, choice. Did you lay there with your eyes open stirring at the ceiling? Did you hop up to make breakfast or check on the children? Maybe you made the decision to go for a morning run, or take a long shower, or simply went back to sleep. Whichever it was Love was