It's been a week.
Birthdays have passed. Fourth of July has passed. I started working.
I've been burnt out from social activity.
I've been tired.
I've been tiring.
I've been hurt.
I've been hurting.
I've been misunderstood.
I've been misunderstanding.

How do you show what love truly is, especially, when you know you have trouble discribing it?
"Just living it out" hasn't seemed to work.
Attempting to explain it hasn't seemed to work.
Telling of where I've come short of it hasn't seemed to work.

I could be wrong.
I am most of the time.


shalom.