What Love Is For Me...

You never really know someone until you've seen them at their worst. Seen their most desperate plea, or see them realize their worth and rise against adversity. I thought I knew what love was but in the end, its what we do with that love that really counts. You would always be prone to hurt once you allow yourself to be completely undone by love that you are stripped of all your defenses. But there is no other way but to succumb to that fate, to be molded and marked. To allow yourself to feel the heat and let it wash over you.

When love is lost there is no victorious side. Regret would always leave its bitter taste and nothing can ever set things right until you find that balance. That extra nudge from the universe that would remind you that the world is still spinning and that life goes on for all of us.

We all want what love brings, its what we covet, its what we seek. Its what really keeps us warm, its how we measure loyalty and worth. The world is full of people looking for love. For a chance to a share a life with someone, to have someone you could dote on and in turn shower you with attention. Looking for someone to take that dive with you to an abyss of uncertainty and fear, knowing only that this has every potential of being the most life-changing ride of your life. Even if it goes awry, even if plans and dreams are ruined. Those memories are yours and it would last you a lifetime.

Love is forever hopeful and its worth the wait to find that perfect mate. To be so taken, as to say to someone else, 'Your life touches me.' Your heart beats synchronous with mine. Your world blurs with my tears, and every hurt you feel, feel as real as mine. I will bear witness to your every triumph, champion every cause you take upon yourself in this struggle. And when you falter, when you lose faith, when you feel as ever alone- I would be a comfort.

Someday, all that I've done, all that I ever would be would be inconsequential in the vast scheme of things. The world would still know chaos beyond my undertakings. The world wouldn't miss the prose I pen, the poetry in the beauty I see. But maybe when I am gone, someone would shed a tear for me. Maybe in this lifetime I would know that I was adored.