Love would save me, over and over and over again.
It had to. It was destined to.
Even my name means ‘worthy of great love’. How cool is that? All my life, I knew that my name meant ‘worthy of love‘, and I always thought it was a lovely meaning, then recently, a fellow ‘Amanda’ informed me that it actually means ‘worthy of great love’. Like, the hugeness of the love is so important that it needed to be specified.
I like that.