Unintentional

Your words gave me strength today.

I don’t know why, really. They told of your weakness, not my strength. You exposed your vulnerability, your pain, and in doing so, your incredible beauty. I felt them deeply when I read them, but I feel them more even now. They still vibrate in my soul, like the fading hum of a tuning fork.

I don’t know you, but I feel like I could love you. How can that be?

Wait. I think I understand. It has been so long that I nearly didn't recognize it.

You have brushed against that remembered feeling of unconditional love. A love that has the ability to overlook the flaws and failures of the past, and stay focused on the potential of the future. A love that is able to see beyond the defects of the moment; holding on to that which is good and worthy and promising. A love that offers strength in the middle of weakness and suffering.

I don't know you, but you have touched something inside me. I have read your words, and they have given me strength. They have given me hope, and you have reminded me of the promise of the life that I have left.

What could be more worthy of love than that?