LOVE.
What is love, really?
The crazy, I will cross the ocean, quit smoking, be a better woman, you complete me kind of love? Love is, I guess. It defies explanation, kicks logic in its goddamn face, mangles the brain, messes up the mind, and churns fools out of otherwise imperfectly perfect rational human beings. At the same time, Love is pure, is carnal, is hope, is dream, is random, is divine, is beautiful, is perfect, is heaven, is sunshine, is rain. It just is.
The beginnings of Love is a sight to behold. It ignores gender, crosses borders, transcends time, breaches boundaries, travels space, unites cultures, inspires art, prose, poetry, and music. Love is the meeting of the minds, the touching of two wandering, wondering souls. It is a gift. A song of happy impermanence, a life lived in snippets and wonderful moments, its echoes beating through the walls of your heart and mind.
It is blessed when it anchors itself. Love is. Wrapping itself gently around you until it grows and grows and grows and grows and sheds light into the dusk of your life.
Sometimes, Love chooses to disappear and the days turn into endless nights. When Love disappears, choose to fight or heed its cry. But know, that it is not Love but the person in which you have enveloped with Love that has made the choice.
Love is omnipresent. It never leaves. It may wane, disappear, evolve, morph, transform, choose to be different. But it never leaves.
You are Love. It moves with you, reflected in your thoughts, your choices, your joys, your travails, your triumphs, your sorrows.
Love is lesbian. Love is queer. Love is straight. Love is gay. Love is for you and for me, regardless of who we choose to love. Love is free.
Love is. That's all we know.
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