Do you love him?
I will answer you this way…
They asked her,
“Do you love him?”
She answered,
“I love the way the sky blinks open in hues of pink and purple. I love the tree down by the river that blooms in the spring, the aroma of hope coming from every blossom. I love the bench in the park, the one where the leaves fall at your feet in big, vibrant shades of autumn. I love the warm cabin up by the lake that freezes over in the winter. I love dancing meadows and sparkling stars and watching the sunset over the ocean. I love so many things around me, but I could live without them. To say I love him would be an understatement because I cannot live without him. I am consumed by him, tethered to him. My heart sings for him. My eyes search for him. My soul pulls towards him. My legs walk to him. My arms reach for him. My lips smile for him. My lungs breathe for him. The entirety of my being is his. That has to be more than just love.”
They asked him,
“Do you love her?”
He answered them,
“I don’t believe in a lot of things. I don’t believe in fate or miracles or wishing on shooting stars. I don’t believe in myself half the time and I generally try not to believe in anything that may let me down. Her though, I believe that her soul was made for mine. I believe that there is no place on this earth as beautiful as she is when it’s six in the morning and she stumbles out of bed, disheveled and completely herself. I believe that I was sailing through life before finding her, but now I have dropped anchor to her. I am anchored to her very being, sooner to be shipwrecked and sink to the depths than break the connection I have to her. Maybe fate happens and miracles occur and wishes on shooting stars come true. Maybe I was wrong all along because I never believed in love either until I met her. You ask me if I love her, but I will tell you that I believe in her. I believe in her heart and soul. I believe that we belong together. I believe that she is mine and I am hers. I believe that I will sink to the depth of the seas before I ever stop loving her.”
Let’s continue the conversation:
Have you ever been in love?
What does love feel like to you?
Do you think the word love is too small for what you have felt?
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This line is so gorgeous, “I believe that there is no place on this earth as beautiful as she is when it’s six in the morning and she stumbles out of bed, disheveled and completely herself. I believe that I was sailing through life before finding her, but now I have dropped anchor to her. ” Haven’t been deeply in love yet - after thinking I might have been - and I know that I want it to feel like this. Like someone who makes me feel calm in the chaos, someone who makes me feel like I myself am the calm in the chaos — even when I feel like chaos.
Yes, I love him. I love the way he smiles, he makes me laughs, how he looks at me and makes me feel safe. I love the way how he hold my hand