Love is blind

Previously

…They had been so determined to anchor themselves to The Beloved, to make their own journey dependent on the presence of another. But the river, in its own way, was teaching them that true peace lay not in clinging, but in letting go. It was in understanding that some currents were not meant to be joined, some shores were not meant to be reached. The Observer took a deep, cleansing breath. The longing was still there, a soft, persistent melody humming beneath the surface of