“This is love my dear

But some things aren't so clear

Like when you close your eyes

Do you dream of better, of better times

We're touching the pen to the paper and drawing new lines

(I know that)

I found truth in you

I knew the day we started love dies too

Missing you since the day we parted

Nothing stays the same

With every loss you'll find gain

I'm searching for a new hope

Love comes quick but it fades slow

We're writing the words to the song we started years ago

(I know that)

I found truth in you

I knew the day we started love dies too

Missing you since the day we parted

Leaves die with seasons

Love fades away without reason

Leaves die with seasons

Love fades away without reason

I found truth in you

I knew the day we started love dies too

Missing you since the day we parted”

Love is an entirely curious experience.  I look at love and know that God has a sense of humor.  It comes and goes with no indication of what is coming next.  It makes us do stupid things.  It makes us question every single move we make and breath we take.  It also makes us do things we never knew we had the power to accomplish.  It affords us the opportunity to feel as though there are only two people in this entire world of over six billion people.  It is beyond words and above understanding.

We know when we’ve found love and when we have love in our grasp.  We are fearful of the next step, but giddy of what it offers.  Love is amazing because there is always hope in love.  I have never gone into a relationship thinking it is doomed from the start.  I always have a “glass is overflowing” mentality in a relationship.  Granted, I haven’t had many relationships (see previous post), but the ones I have had, I’ve been entirely hopeful.  But, I think I set myself up to fail because I’m a hopeless romantic.  I am weird about the way I envision things, because I always have this living-out-a-movie type deal that plays in my head.  And, it usually isn’t even close to working that way.

But, it is in love that we find truth.  We find power.  We find hope.  We find resolve.  We fight.  We cuss.  We scream.  We make-up.  All these things are where we know what we have is worth fighting for.  For me, I don’t know if it is the feeling I get when I’m locked in an embrace, the feeling of her head on my chest, the joy of waking up to someone smiling at me, the vibrating of my phone knowing there is a message, the smell of my clothes, the taste of a kiss, the chills her voice causes. . . I don’t know specifically what it is that draws me into this charade, but I know that I love love and I love being in love.  Even if it will eventually fade with the seasons.

Listen here.