There is this idea out there, foreign to me, that true love will never break your heart.
But I would have you know -- true love will break your heart many times, and every time.
How could it not be so?
Do you think you could step fully into the glory of it, and not be utterly transformed? And in the transforming and tempering, not be torn apart, if only to be remade into a better vessel? Love is an act of courage. Yet you must become unarmed - strip away the armor that you might have gotten so used to that you thought it was your skin. It will hurt. It will be messy. And it will be ongoing.
The secret is, if you would be open to this sort of Love, then you must also love the breaking.
"You don't understand yet, but maybe someday you will. That this life...all of this... is just a story. A story that is sometimes a myth. And in those rare moments that you step off the normal narratives into the mythic one, it is no longer about you, me, or him. It is about Them. In the sublime light of divinity cast across the web of time, when we can see this pattern unobscured by our own fears and limitations, all questions dissolve. You see that the whole universe dances on the turn of a 'yes', and always has. A yes that you've been saying all along even while you fought tooth, nail and heart against reflections. Thinking you were alone. Doubting the meaning behind it all.
"Yes... Dionysos loves Ariadne.
"Do you doubt this?"
