“I love you”, I wanted to say, but all that came out was, “Can I help you?” How do we tell a stranger that we hear their story through the furrows of their brow, the grip of their handshake, and their smile?
When later I sat in my reading corner entertained by bluebirds, finches and arguing mallards, I found a different love story in the book Loveyoubye. This one didn’t end with togetherness, but instead love broken and love redefined. I followed the writer’s heartbeat down a trail of thorny thickets to her decision that freed her heart--and her life. And, I listened to the universal soul speak of crushed hopes and rediscovered dreams.
Maya Angelou's words come to mind: "All great artists draw from the same resource: the human heart, which tells us that we are all more alike than we are unalike."
The love story is much bigger than we might imagine.