For the first time
I think I finally understand real love.
I can hardly explain it and I have to close my eyes every now & then to see it. I looked and sometimes there is another person, but most of the time it is..Me. It’s a Feeling.
I like to think that often times someone else has a way of bringing something out of us that was within us this whole time.
Something suppressed. . . Hidden.
Lurking and sometimes sneaking out from time to time, begging us to be free.
But we hid it. Uncomfortable and most often unsure of what it was. . .It was Love.
It’s a feeling.
It’s a thing.
It is a deep desire.
A deep part of us that is so connected to everything, so connected that if we don’t embrace it, it could cause us distress and emptiness.
So deep it’ll make you step outside of who you think you are, to discover someone you’ve always wanted to be.
It allows you to see someone beyond what they tell you, beyond what everyone else sees.
I can feel it.
I can see it.
Finally, I think I can be it.
L O V E