Do you think I can bottle your love like a clam bottle the ocean? Is it too far-fetched to dream dreams of you and me gazing into eternity? Could we walk across the colorful meadows across the expanse of this beautiful earth? Should we find the end of this world and sit together in silence gazing at the star-studded infinity?
Maybe we can do all of those things and maybe those are just silly little dreams. Maybe these fancies are more suited to younglings in love, not weary folks like us. But maybe, just maybe dreaming and believing in them will get us to an eternally blooming love.
It baffles me how easy it is to fall in love. No, I don’t mean romantic love per se. Just “love”. There are so many different kinds of love and what an honor to be able to experience some ways of it, if not all. Are all loves equal? I don’t think I know the answer to that. It might also vary from person to person. I do however know that it is easy to give love to even those I have never touched. A lot of you reside in the safest crevices of my heart and soul. It doesn’t matter to me that I know you as a display name and nothing more — you just have my love. No questions asked.
I choose the people I love carefully and when I do you have all of my love. It’s so difficult to explain to someone outside of this space how many beautiful friendships I have been able to form. It is magical to me how people carve their place in my life. It is a joy to experience this.
I have found such fierce, loving, caring people that my heart is constantly overflowing with adoration. I say this genuinely. Recently I was made aware of how much some people here love me and I was overwhelmed. Who would’ve thought that support from online friends would bring tears to my eyes, but that did happen.
I am but human and I am of course flawed. I will make mistakes and I am open to learning. I always will be. No one knows everything. I say this because people tend to think that I should be infallible. I am not. Please never think of me in such terms.
That went on a slightly different tangent but came back to the point — “love”.
I love you,
As the sun kisses the winter morn away — as the warm coffee consecrates cold lips — as the forlorn grey skies heavy with rain — as the scorched earth receives showers — as the cold burrows itself into your skin — as the flowers bloom every spring.
I love you, it’s so good to meet someone who makes me look at my day feeling it’s livable and my heart livelier.
