“Some folks think you either got love, or you don’t. Rose and I found it ain’t that simple. Love grows. Love strengthens like a muscle. You give some then give more over time. It ain’t just a feeling. It’s a skill.” “A skill?” I had never heard it called that before. “Love is something you practice, child. Something you break your back working for. Leaving will break you. But so will loving. It will hurt you to love patiently. To forgive over and over. To sacrifice.” A slow smile spread over his face. “But it’d be a crying shame to miss out on the harvest.
