Abundant Love

She was in her early twenties, he was halfway.
Their life ahead of them.
Together they could face the greatest challenges, as long as they’d have each other.
He wanted to offer her home, an offer she gladly accepted.
They’d be spending the rest of their lives together.
Then life got real.
He lost his job, which forced her to quit her studies so she could find a job, if they wanted to keep their home.
Their home was a tiny apartment, barely fit for two.
To them, it was home. It was more than enough.
The bills kept coming, they couldn’t pay them anymore.
One day, as she came home, she found him in the kitchen, his fingers buried in her hair.
His face buried in his hands.
She could see that he’d been sitting there for quite a while.
Carefully, she came closer.
He had been crying.
She asked what was wrong, he just pointed towards the kitchen table, which was filled with papers.
She looked at them.
Bills. The usual bills that they couldn’t pay anymore.
They had lost their electricity already a week ago, but they made it rather cosy in the house by using candles and a warm open fire in the fireplace for warmth.
They had made the best of it, even when they lost their warm water.
“So? We’re used to this bills my love, why are you so sad?”
“Because that’s not all of it..” he softly said, handing her another letter.
They would get evicted from their apartment because they hadn’t payed rent for the past three months.
The letter said that the eviction would happen on the 14th of February, Valentine’s Day.
Today was the 13th.
She sat down.
“This time it’s for real. Game over for us. I wanted to give you such a beautiful life puddin’, now it’s all lost.. where will we sleep? What will we eat? Where will we live?..”
He softly spoke as he buried his face even deeper in his hands.
She didn’t know what to say for a minute.
Then she spoke, confidently.
“We endure love, just like we always did. And we make the best of what we have this last evening. We enjoy what we have as long as we still have it.”
She went to the living room and started a fire.
She put on some soft music and took him by the hand.
And she danced with him.
There they were, poor, without any money left, about to get evicted from the only home they both had ever known, not having a clue what they’d do next.
And they were dancing.
Dancing their troubles away, even just for a minute.
He held her tight, determined to never let go of her again.
She was his one true treasure.
She held him close, her one hand stroking his back while her other was holding his.
She whispered in his ear:
“As long as I’m with you, I know I’ll always be happy.
For as long as I have you, I don’t care where we live. With you, I’d even live in a cardboard box. Your love, this, us , that’s all I need to be happy. Truly happy.”
She could feel his salt tears roll down his cheek as he lovingly kissed her forehead.
He knew she was right.
They could take it, as long as they were together.
They could take it.
They might be poor in money, but rich in love.



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