What Is Love, Anyway?

So what the hell is the damn thing? Today is Chinese moon festival, so what is this thing that makes people want to look up at the moon and wish that they were with the ones that they love? What is love?

Honestly, I cannot define it. I build a bigger vocabulary every day, but still nothing I know can define the damn thing.

The most beautiful thing.

What is love? How do I love? Who do I love? How far can it go? Can we really fly? I don't know. I only know that I am only as strong as the love I feel inside of me, that one second away from love it a second too long. Yet, I detour. I step outside of it when my heart is filled with insecurities, with desires to control and manipulate, with fear.

Yet I return, and love has always been ready, waiting for me.

I am only as strong as the love I feel inside of me.

Once I thought I could contain love within boxes, boxes that we call relationships, marriages, agreements, whatever. Love breaks through all of time. Love only takes in soul, and nothing else. Pure soul. Soul and heart.

Everything else is something else. Detours that I make for myself.

How can I ever really lose love? Really, how can I? It's fucking not possible. I can't lose love through losing a relationship, can't lose it through losing what I thought I had, can't lose it through whatever images I conjure up in my head when fears fill my heart.

It always comes back. My soul always needs it.

And I am only as strong as the love I feel inside of me. For myself, for those everyone around me, for every single living, breathing thing. I love.

I just love. I cannot help it. It will not leave me. It's so powerful, so raw, so gentle, so caring, so freaking everything.

I am the divine calendar where all destinies are written; the ocean of mercy where all faults are washed clean.

WHO SAID WE WEREN'T ALL PHENOMENAL SOULS? We are. We are that. Phenomenal souls.

Every single one of us.

Love does not leave.

It can't.

We can turn our backs, but love, it can't leave.

That's why it's so awesome, this thing, that we call LOVE.

It is THAT FORGIVING.

All encompassing. Ready to give, even when we aren't.

And all I have to do....

Is just to trust in it.