In deciding to love someone, she dedicated her life to learning. For loving someone is like learning a foreign language. Will she enjoy learning it? Will it open her soul to a place she always knew, but just forgot? There’s a reachable space just skin deep and in the center of her chest that tingles warm when source pumps through her. A spicy chill that sparks her into alignment. Discover love over and over, and those moments aren’t fleeting. Surrender to learning keeps it all afloat.
I wrote this…and then i read a quote by Michael Chabon, “Never say love is ‘like’ anything…it isn’t.” Paradox of love…