Echoes.

I had the most interesting conversations yesterday.
It’s always interesting when you learn things about yourself and/or your friends.
I won’t go into too much detail because I believe that friendships are precious things and that serious conversations between two people should generally remain so.
But regardless, there is a lot of love in this world – in my world.
A lot of caring people who care enough to lay it out on the line for me – to brave that I might snap back, or that I might take offense.
But how could I?

Love isn’t always tactful.
That’s one of my favorite things about love actually.

Sure, you don’t ever want to hurt the people you care about, but love itself, well… it doesn’t hide from a conversation you HAVE to have. Lust/Like/Infatuation can put things off until later. But love? Love tends to word vomit in the middle of dinner – or just before bedtime – or during an off moment after a bad day at work.

Love always hates it when it stings, but understands that sometimes pain comes regardless – and that many times it leads to something better.
How many people have been through hard times/heartbreak only to come out victorious on the other side of that particular mountain?

Exactly.

I would never chose to be lied to when it mattered.
When I am asking about a new outfit, yes.
But about the things that eek at your brain? Your thoughts?

But sometimes love IS tactful.
Sometimes it takes a moment before it speaks.
Sometimes stepping around my pride means an extra moment when I realize and thank GOD that the person who makes me nuttier than anyone else on the planet also knows how to talk me down from an emotional wreckage mountain, how to make me laugh after tears, how to comfort me just out of pure acceptance, how to help without making my sense of self worth shake.

Sometimes love means doggy support.