Unspoken Love
The world is full of love that goes unspoken. It doesn’t mean that it is felt less deeply or that separation leaves a cleaner wound. Its beauty — and its pain — are in its silence. … Some of us are not blessed with revelations or confessions. Love cannot be spoken, only shown. Everything that makes the heart beat must be hushed.
This excerpt comes from a show that I put on in the evenings while I work on the computer, Call The Midwives.
The narrated passage made me cry, it hit home so deeply for me. The years I cared for my dad whilst I dealt with another devastation with my personal life, the love and pain, silent, from both sides, not by choice, but by situation. Just writing this right now brings tears to my eyes. I am grateful to have lived and experience the depth of unconditional love one can have for another, and the pain that can come with it from knowing the finite ending of it. It has made me who I am
