❤ Happy St. Valentine’s Day ❤
I was feeling a little low this morning, and didn’t know why… Then I realized it’s Valentine’s Day, and I immediately thought of him.
Bah. You know - ‘him’. The one who broke your heart. The man who made you wonder what you could’ve done differently, or made you question who you were.
Logically, I know no one controls another. Logically, in my (evidently) pea-sized brain, I know it wasn’t mean’t to be if he didn’t stay. So why then, am I still mourning a loss as if it was something more than it was (at least on his side). I still tear up when I think of him, or listen to a song he played for me - and this morning, before I could stop myself - I wondered if he’d send flowers or a card.
Right. THAT’s gonna happen.
So when I logged in this morning, I was going to rant (the above doesn’t actually count, does it?) about all of this and really challenge you to set me straight. Surely I have to get over it SOME time…
Then I thought… no. I am strong enough. I am wiser. I am human, and have faults, but I’m beautiful in my own right, and I deserve more. (Now I must repeat, repeat, repeat until I believe it)
Given that, instead of my rant, I thought I’d share a few excerpts from letters and conversations exchanged by poet Kahlil Gibran and his love, Mary Haskell… I hope you find yourself so lucky as to have someone in your lives that loves you this way.
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The professors in the academy say, “Do not make the model more beautiful than she is,” and my soul whispers, “O if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is.”
(Extract from one of Gibran’s letters dated 8th November 1908)
I realized that all the trouble I ever had about you came from some smallness or fear in myself.
(Extract from Mary Haskell’s journal dated 12th June 1912)
Mary, what is there in a storm that moves me so ? Why am I so much better and stronger and more certain of life when a storm is passing ? I do not know, and yet I love a storm more, far more, than anything in nature.
(Extract from one of Gibran’s letters dated 14th August 1912)
His love is as restful as Nature itself. He has no standard for you to conform to, no choice about you, but is simply with your reality, just as Nature is. You are real, so is he: the two realities love each other - voila !
(Gibran’s words quoted from Mary Haskell’s journal dated 29th December 1912)
Sometimes you have not even begun to speak - and I am at the end of what you are saying.
(Gibran’s words quoted from Mary Haskell’s journal dated 28th July 1917
You have helped me in my work and in myself. And I have helped you in your work and in yourself. And I am grateful to heaven for this you-and-me.
(Gibran’s words quoted from Mary Haskell’s journal dated 12th March 1922)


