That house is on fucking fire!
A friend once told me that “being in love is like seeing a house in flames, and still running right in.”
I think it’s true. When you fall in love, you do things you wouldn’t normally do. Even if it’s not the safe thing to do. Even if you know you’ll get burned, and might not make it out in one piece.
I’ve done it, and you’ve done it. It’s what makes us human. It’s what makes us feel alive. Without love, existence is just that. Existing. Walking through life without love is not something I’m interested in.
Love takes many forms though, doesn’t it? I love my family. I love my children. But that personal connection with my other half, that is possible throughout life, is what keeps me going. It doesn’t need to be perfect and without issue. It needs to be real and I need the longing that comes with it. The longing of wanting to be in the same room with that person. The longing to feel the other person’s touch.
When we love, we have to put ourselves out on a limb. Open ourselves for emotional annihilation. Otherwise, it’s not real. Feelings can hurt you and feelings can heal you. If you don’t try you cannot possibly succeed. It’s scary as hell. It’s exhausting.
But…
I still love.
