Dear Love,
I’ve come to learn something about me that I never wanted to see within myself but has become incredibly obvious to me.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I believe in movie-type loves, life long loves, Christmas mornings around the tree love, best friend love and platonic love.
I have not yet found these loves but I believe it to my bones.
I’ve learned that the reason I didn’t see it in me before was because I wasn’t in the environments that cultivated love. I didn’t even grow up with love in my home. It’s been a struggle to learn it and accept it really is out there but I do, I do believe.
I also am aware now that love between two partners is a team work, it’s a partnership that takes work and it won’t feel like “in love” all the time but the love is there.
The more I fall in love with God the more I fall in love with love and everything it is. Every emotion attached to it.
Even when it hurts, I believe in love and the beauty of it.
Even the loves that end in heart breaks and death, I think there is such an honor in getting to experience loves so deep that they take a piece of your heart with them.
I watch movies or read about love and I feel it in my core. I feel it so deeply to my core it revives me.
Dear love, I have not found you in a forever or a community I’m rooted in, YET, but I know that you exist. Even if I’m not meant to find a forever person, I am happy that you do exist.
I am happy for every couple that has experienced it, every parent that has fallen in love with a child, every grandparent that gets the chance to fall in love with yet another piece of them, every friend that finally meets their platonic love and every stranger that feels glimpses of love by kind gestures.
I have not always shown my deep love because somewhere deep down I must’ve known these individuals wouldn’t accept it but I promise to show it going forward no matter what.
I will continue to wait on romance for the person I decide to give that part of my heart to but love over all, I promise to spread. Even more than I have.
