Real Life.

…So he asks, “If what I show you is not what you think is love, then what is it to truly love someone?”

- I think about how I would answer this question. My mind races with images from romantic movies, to cute quotes, to song lyrics. I’m not used to this. Me? I can always answer a question, one thing I pride myself on. But this? This topic of love? It has me stumped. What is it truly to love someone? To care about another’s well being? - No, that can’t be. Then I would love too many people in this world, & I don’t think my heart could hold them all. Is it to lay my life down on the line for someone else? Saying someone else’s name ten more times than mine? To give myself completely to someone without restraint? To accept someone fully, despite their flaws & insecurities? What is it? What is the answer?

Bending my head down in my lap, I wring my hands together & mumble, 

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever truly been in love.”