I was courageous and I learned to love fully when everything in the world seems half-empty. I dove head first into indigo waters deeper than the shallow pools I initially frequented. So I guess in love there will eventually be loss and compassion, but at least I now know I am capable of healing myself and other broken souls. So I will be sad for some long while and will wear my battle scars by my lonesome in unfamiliar territory, but now I know that I was more courageous than I knew. The next time that I love will be with more love than I ever thought I could.