Perhaps love is only meant for a season. People come into our lives for many a reason but we don’t often know at hand, we just have to trust God’s plan. Dreams are birthed when our feet faulter off the path, turning to hope rather than wrath. They catch our hearts to pull us back to the Way, of finding a love that will stay.

So let’s make a pact… that we won’t take love away when our bodies are gone, but will transform love to a different kind of bond. So that we will not be the cause of the void in someone else’s soul, but will be the reason someone else still feels whole.