Love is that thing that happens at random.
You fall, praying it won’t be a disaster.
What else could you do when faced with the hope of forever?
“How was your day?”
“How could they do that to you?”
“Tell me how you feel.”
A litany of conversations that feel huge when you’re in them.
Somehow, not big enough.
You learn things.
Big things, small things, they all matter to you now.
Because they matter to you.
This is love.
This all consuming, heady, thrilling, compelling, feeling.
It scares you but you’re in too deep…
Much too deep to runaway.
Love is that thing they tell you, you want and can never quite put into words.
Love is that thing people search for
Denying it exists for fear of never finding it.
It’s that thing that hits you smack in your gut.
Right at the bottom.
It grows deeper, richer, stronger.
You never knew it could be this way.
That is love.
Love can make question reality.
Do good things really last forever?
Should you try to make it last?
Should you build that castle even if you’re not sure it’ll last?
Is love worth the gamble?
It’s worth the rain to watch lightening strike.
To watch it light up the sky.
It’s worth it even if you never understand why it flashes when it rains.
Worth the gamble
Worth the wait
Worth the trouble
Worth the occasional heartbreak
Worth growth that comes from stretching
Love is worth it all.
No matter how long it takes
No matter how different you thought it would be
No matter how difficult it makes life
Take the leap.
Love is worth the risk.