Why do we act like the most vulnerable person in a relationship is the losing party?
Truth be told I don’t want the kind of vulnerability that’s given in the spirit of losing oneself.
Is that vulnerability at all? Or is it a test? A question I’ve already decided your answer to, but need your testimony as evidence in your conviction.
What I want is an offering, freely given from a wellspring that won’t run dry; that doesn’t dam up after one tentative gesture.
In truth, the most vulnerable one is the would-be victor. Would-be, because she isn’t playing the game.
She isn’t mining you for love, she has enough.
She has learned to find treasure inside herself, in the empty space between cells. Or maybe she fashions her gold out of nothing.
The vulnerable one reigns supreme over all. Alchemist or not, she has discovered this great mystery – that a heart emptied in the name of connection will always be refilled.