To that, I have no reason of explanation. To me, love is something that's hard to put into words, challenging to define. Sometimes I try to think of reasons as to why I feel a certain way but I come up with no answers. Does everything have to be laid out on the table? Written in black and white? No. I leave a lot of things unsaid; Not because I'm unwilling to share but because I can't find words worthy enough to express the intensity of what I feel.
Sometimes I get caught up in the heat of my emotions and lash out at people. I hate that about myself.
Good things never come easy. Sometimes situations can hurt me like a bitch but I'll press on cos I know it's worth fighting for. Never give up without a fight cos living with regret is the most terrifying feeling one can experience. At times I question the journey ahead.. Yet I always wait with anticipation for the glimmer of warm light that will envelope me at the end of road. I want to savour and bask in every second between life and death that I've been blessed with.
1 Corinthians 13: 4 - 7
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
I love you.
