is there really no forgiveness in love?

“there is no forgiveness in love, because love is endless.”

what?

i’m not sure what i think of this. i suppose it means that one can love so much that forgiveness is a given, that one will always forgive - which i think i agree with. but there is something really special about choosing to forgive, and there is something even more special about being forgiven. when you look into the face of someone you love and hurt, it’s such a relief to hear them say that it is alright, that it is okay. that you are both fine. that you are forgiven. forgiveness is sexy. wisest words.

there’s a small cabin up north that is sitting alone and missed very dearly. i drew a moose today with a soldering iron and a tightly angled wrist. if i draw one perhaps i’ll see one. i went up there last fall. it was brief. the loons were gone, they moved south, same as me. i have to start back slow i think. i can’t jump back into a place and expect it to be the same, and i suppose i did. the sun set perfectly where it should. the wood was stacked in the prettiest pattern. all was in its right place. and everything was missing.