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“Well it’s not Christian to damn people to hell, but I think the Lord might throw me a gimme on this one.”
Every person unravels at some point, everyone’s fabric rips and the stuffing begins to come out, and if we’re unable to collect ourselves—stow our tears and contain the hurt—someone else has to step in. That’s what love is. It’s not always a hand to hold or a shoulder to lean on; sometimes it’s a kick in the ass. This wasn’t a hold-me-I’m-sad moment for Charlotte. It was an I’m-falling-apart moment.
True strength is measured by those who hit rock bottom and, instead of losing hope and wallowing in their misery, they fight. Somehow they wriggle on their bellies until they make it to their knees, and they drag themselves to their feet. Somehow, even when weighted with the past of shame and regret, they shoulder that weight and move forward with stunted steps until they find their stride. That’s where real strength lies.
“How far does your love go? What would you sacrifice for love?” Her green eyes met mine. Charlotte’s image cascaded through my mind. “For her…there’s no limit,” I answered honestly.

