As I sit on the bench in the Muiderslot Castle garden, I pay tribute to you my love. We came here at our very beginning. We were fresh and new to each other and full of wonder as we discovered the castle and the city and beyond together.
You knew you loved me back then but I was too afraid to admit I could be loved. Your persistence and truth, that began here, brought me with you until I learned to believe. Your patience waited until I could love in return.
The garden is brown in the cold and damp of winter beneath the grey and clouded sky. It’s lush potential dormant until the Spring, a distant memory away.
I came here to say goodbye and leave you here in the place where we began. I thought I would need some moments alone to leave a teary tribute but am surprised, instead, to find only gratitude.
You did not always love me well but you always loved me and I, you. Our undercurrent of connection never failed, even now. Just as the timid crocus blooms on this crisp, misty day amid the winter bleakness, I remember and my heart blooms in gratitude for the privilege we had in loving one another.
Blessed,
AmsterdamAnne 11/16/2021
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