Wednesday, February 15, 2012
love, love, love.
i'm not talking about the ultimate kind.
the kind that comes from 27 years of sleeping in the same bed
and being true to each other
and having babies that look like the two of you.
that kind is lovely. and that kind is real.
but it'll be a long time before i can explain to any one what that kind is like.
no, i'll tell you about the love that fills up my heart
the kind that is him and the kind that is me.
this kind of love is a lot of things.
this love is being friends. the best kind of friends.
its looking up at the sky and wishing for someone else.
its laughing and smiling and crying on the phone.
love is racing up the stairs
and being ok with losing.
love is fragile words,
words you know can break at any wrong turn of the head,
so you carefully say them and
you gently accept them
and then you put them in that thumping thing inside of your chest
and it pushes those words to every part of you,
to your toes and your eyes and your laughs and your split ends,
and also your lips,
and it makes them feel heavy.
love is bigger than me,
its bigger than you,
its bigger than him.
love fills up the skies and the oceans and everything that he looks at.
love is the breath before he kisses you when you can
feel it coming out of his eyes.
love is the air that fills up the pocket in between your
the air that overflows
as it spills out the gaps between the two of you
and lands on your shoes
and makes you feel like running faster and spinning too.
love is what happens when you start praying for someone else
more than you even pray for yourself.
love is when it feels so magical that it has to be real,
and it feels so real that you almost can't believe that it is.
but of all the things that love is,
it surely is calm.
its the fact that you know that wherever he goes
your heart is in his pocket
but you know he won't hurt it.
and you know that wherever he is
he's doing something wonderful
and he's in the most wonderful place,
because everywhere he goes is wonderful.
love is knowing that one day
he'll be very far away
and you'll forget how each other sounds for a little while.
but love is a boy who loves God more than you.
i assume love is a little something like this.
"and everything under the stars
is in your arms."