Wednesday, March 20, 2013

You Are Love

If you truly love someone you must be willing to let them go.
And then fight like hell to get them back when they leave.
Because you were such a dumb ass to let them go in the first place.

If you truly loved them it would not have come to this,
It would have been filled with joy each and every day.
Not easy, sometimes ungodly hard, but worth it.
If you truly loved them it would not have come down to this.
Because love does not beg, but believe.
It does not grovel, but hope.
It does not cry, but overcome.

So if there is still love between the star crossed souls of this earth,
Not the Shakespearean, not the erotic, not the infatuated, but the true souls trying to make it work but being churned up by the godless way of a world beyond their control,
If that love still exists, then it is true love.

Fight like hell for it. Even if it is a battle among friends.

When people stop believing in love they try to destroy love.
When you cannot understand love you try to hide.
When you have been hurt by the one you love you want to die.
For there is no true life without love, and when you cannot give it you cannot feel it.
And sometimes you simply cannot make it on your own.
So we ask, where does love come from? How do I get it? How do I feel it? Can I have a bit of it, if only to give it away?

The source of love does not live inside of you until you let yourself go.
Yet the lack of love destroys you.
So how do you let yourself go when there is nothing left to hold on to?
The answer is to feel a love beyond your control.
To understand the force inside of you that is trying to destroy the part of you that can feel love,
And listen to the voice that tells you that is not who you are.
You are not the destructive force, but the soul being attacked.
Not the one causing pain, but the one feeling it and passing it on.
So you must let yourself go.
And allow yourself to simply be the source of love for others.
Love can only spring forth from love.
And all love has a single source.
And that source is you.
Only you.
You are love.

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