When it came to relationships (any kind really), I was like a word hoarder.  I spent too much time collecting the words that people said, as if the words alone were the real value.
But really what all those words did was clutter up my mind and being.  I thought that everything they said was going to be valuable (in either a good or bad way) to me someday, and so I continued to collect. The flaw that I found in this is that instead of letting the words go, and instead of believing what someone’s truth was with their words, I convinced myself that words themselves — and the collection of them — was the real value in a relationship.  Word hoarding was a bad habit to get into.  The only true thing I’d like to collect, and give back, these days is love…

-JCT