She was born into terror. She was the embodiment of pure, divine love. All around her, in her love, she could not remember life without terror.
In many ways, terror and pain had been the only ones there for her her entire life. So she, as love, had gotten to know terror and pain better than she knew herself as the love that she really was.
They were like twins. Formed and created within the same womb. Nourished and deprived by the same mutual source. When love is pain’s twin, who else is there to learn from, depend upon and turn to when things get difficult?