Your ability to love me, was your’s.
The ability to understand, was mine. Somewhere in the middle it got lost. Being understood is more important than words of love, and actions of service. Being understood, is love.
It’s ok, you did your best. I know that we are different, and our capacity to evolve and connect as human beings is not always easy.
My “higher self” clears all attachments to what was, and what wasn’t.
I love you. I release and forgive.
“and so be it.”
-Tara Newbigging