Letter from a Love Too Beautiful

When loving again feels like betrayal — and why it isn’t

From THE SECRET BOOK OF LOVE

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Sometimes, what keeps us from loving again is not betrayal, heartbreak, or bad experiences of any kind…
but Love itself.

When we have known a pure, sincere love.
When we have met someone who loved us in the best possible way —
someone who accepted us as we were,
who helped us love ourselves even more,
someone who treated us as if we were the only person in the world…

And then, somehow, the universe takes that person away.
When that love suddenly ends, we think:
“I will never experience a love like that again.”

The hardest part is that we are right — and we know it.
No one will ever love us in the exact same way that person did. (A friend, a family, or a LOVER)

And the reason is simple: every love is unique.
No love is superior to another.
Every person is different, and everyone loves in their own way.
That is natural.

The problem arises when we stay stuck in the first part of that truth.
We close our hearts, leaving no space for love to enter again.
Or we keep searching for reflections of that beautiful past love in the present —
and that creates imbalance.

In some cases, we even come to believe that allowing ourselves to love again
would mean betraying the love we once had.

So I ask this:
What is the purpose of love?
When we love someone, don’t we want them to be happy?
Do we really believe that a love we lost would want us to live in grief forever?

This poem-letter was written for those souls —
for those who have known a beautiful, amazing love,
and whom life took it away from too soon.

Nature gives, and nature takes.
We cannot blame it for that.
And nature always gives us the possibility — and the strength — to continue.

Deep down, I know these words are something
our loved ones, taken too early,
would have wanted to say to us.

So take a breath, and let tis past wonderful love talk to you through this poem.

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Poem #6 — Letter from a Love Too Beautiful (from “The Secret Book of Love”)

You know…
I still think about it often.
It’s true—
I can’t forget
that moment of serenity,
when I was born
between the two of you.

You remember, don’t you?
The way
you cared for me?
I was never cold—
you wrapped me
in your joy,
in your hopes.

Your smiles fed me,
and even when the storm broke,
you always kept me full.
While others lived in wear and tear,
I lived in luxury.

Why didn’t I understand
that one day, between us,
there had to be an end?

I know you didn’t want it.
The other didn’t want it.
And I didn’t want it either…

But providence
had other plans.
Life can be merciless sometimes…
Don’t you agree?

With its schemes,
it tore you apart—
and forced me
to abandon you.

Now, in your heart,
I’ve left only fragments
nothing has been able to reignite.
And my past beauty?
Just reminders of a life
the present can’t match.

But you know…
I may have left,
yet you can still find me again.
In another form,
another tone,
another face,
another heart,
a new peace,
a different light.

I know you still cling
to what I once was.
You think letting me go
would be betraying me…

Oh, you silly girl.
How could you even think that?

You should know this by now, shouldn’t you?
Your happiness—
that’s what the other one,
the other me…
what we
want the most.

Nothing can replace me in your heart.
But I’m not selfish.
I don’t throw tantrums anymore.

Now, I leave enough room
for someone else
to care for you
in my place.

Promise me you’ll try.
Promise me you’ll welcome me,
if — and when — I return to you.

Promise me you’ll take care of me,
the way you did
for the other time,
the other me.

And promise me you’ll let me,
when the moment comes,
take care of you again.

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🤍 A Gentle Invitation

This poem was born for those who have loved deeply
and who became afraid to love again.

The collection is free until Sunday, December 28.
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Warmly,
Odel A.