for the past week, I’ve been thinking about love. I wanted to write something profound and meaningful about this vital state of being. every single human being wants to love and be loved. it is essential to our existence. and yet, I was having trouble putting words to my jumbled thoughts.
and then it came to me. more than the flowery words and inspiring bible verses, after the butterflies and heart throbs, and beyond great sex; love is a decision.
poetry and sex aside, love is work. it is uncomfortable, and intentional. it is the showing up for stuff I didn’t count on. it is my silent presence as one I love struggles. it is doing difficult chores at inconvenient times. it is acceptance of what is. that is love. and I decide every day to hang on to it, to bring it forth, to be present for it.