He was a writer and he was in bed.What a combination,he had all the time in world to observe and pen down his thoughts.His muse was the hospital environment so to say that.
All day while recovering from his hip surgery,besides physical therapy he was thinking and working on his novel.One day he asked me,what do I want,a loving heart or a forgiving heart.I knew what I want but that was not the point.
He smiled as he saw my reluctance and said,he will take a forgiving heart over a loving heart in a split second.
I wondered,what was so great about forgiveness that even love cannot compete.I did not ask that question.
Now I am reading his novel with a proclamation that a loving heart is a forgiving heart.
I love being in love!