Love is a story.
Happy beginnings. Sometimes, happy endings.
Plot twists. Protagonists. Antagonists. Supporting roles.
Love scenes. Fight scenes. Laughter. Tears.
Love is pushing through. Giving in. Giving up.
Knowing when to hold on. When to let go.
Opportunities. Taking chances. Putting everything on the line. Abandoning reason, logic, and self, for hope. Love isn’t always blind, but faith has no choice.
Blazing hot flames. Dying embers.
Passionate kisses. Friendly hugs.
Angry words. Tender moments.
Sometimes each of these occupies an entire season. Sometimes, a single, passing day is a story all its own, a mixture of heartbreak and hope.
Sometimes, beyond the valleys, there are breathtaking mountaintops.
Sometimes, the valleys are long, deep, endless.
The valleys are the proving ground.
There will be growth. It will divide or it will strengthen.
Love is risk. A gamble of the heart. And each time the cards are held closer to the chest.
It’s complicated. It’s easy.
It pursues us. Entraps us.
But it frees us.
The reflection we see of ourselves in love is who we are, underneath the masks we wear so well.
Vulnerable. Exposed. Desperate.
And yet we long to see that reflection. To know someone else, and be known in our most raw state of existence. And to be called worthy.