So often in this life, we have those who hear our song and want to sing along, but they do not have the desire to know the entire song. They flit in and out like hummingbirds; a piece here and there is enough to satisfy their curiosity. And then they fade into black. They move along, forgetting they opened your windows, not to remember anymore.
I think we need to be more cautious with another's windows and doors. When we leave, be courteous enough to shut them. Because if we do not, the one will be forever searching for the love that we found in that hummingbird.
The longing can be a deep hurt that struggles to heal.
