A lot of people talk about finding love, needing love, wanting love, knowing love, loving love, hating love, giving love, receiving love, showing love, and things of that nature..

But not me.

My relationship with love is a complicated one. Actually, we don’t have a personal relationship. We didn’t grow up together, and we definitely weren’t high school sweethearts. Me and love don’t have some epic story that would bring people together or to tears. To be honest with you, me and love aren’t on speaking terms.

Love acts like it’s too good for me.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been in the same room as love and it just turned it’s head and acted like I was there. I’ve seen love almost purposely reach around me and catch the attention of someone else. Someone undeserving of loves connection and affection, comfort, late night talks, warm embraces, caring words, and encouraging prayers. Someone who after a matter of months, would only shatter someone elses belief in love.

But those are love’s best friends.

until next time