It’s like moving into a new house, or playing a basketball game.
You prepare for it, the build up is undeniable. You’re ready, committed.
But then when it’s over, when you finally unpack the boxes, when the season ends-it’s hard to want to do again.
You already moved someone into your heart. You practiced teamwork and strategized how to pass the ball.
And now instead of that restful ‘well-done’ feeling, you don’t get to sit.
You don’t get to put the trophy on your top shelf. You don’t get to settle into the new recliner with an old book.
You’re expected to start over…
Love is hard to want to do again.