love

Someone once told me that they felt as if love were a room full of fog, and that they would one day hit a wall which meant to them that a relationship would end. Hopeless and inevitable. Further, they had their doubts about someone pledging their love, forever, based upon such a long period of time. Well, this got me thinking, and here is what I think about that.

Wondering through the fog, some people, the human type, for reasons we possibility will never know, let alone understand, can pass freely through out the room (life) and never find that wall. Love is everything, its nirvana, its fear, its peace, and its war. Each moment spent in true love is bliss, each moment spent in knowing that forever will come many times in one’s life is sabotage, the point is that its better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Trust until it is broken, then gauge the cut across that bridge, give until all you have is absorbed, perhaps you will see two as one, graying yet still holding each onto each others hearts and hands. Love is never easy, no matter how much we wish ourselves into the movies magic, we will have to work each day at this craft. If your heart tells you he is the one, then he is, but if your heart is only warmed by his vow of love to you, then yes, forever ends this week.