If I become too attached to a specific form I believe love must take, my heart always breaks when love destroys that form for something new. I have learned to trust that this destruction is guaranteed to occur.
Following this restructuring of reality, I am predictably, unbearably disappointed. But this collapse of expectations can be a sacred and creative beginning, a space in which new forms of love inevitably emerge.
It is the organization and maintenance of this beginning space that is the beloved’s role in your life.
Trust that when love does not come as expected, it is coming, nonetheless.