Write It Out

It's out there all around us. It's hiding in corners. It's between the pages of books. It's hidden in the depths of emails and phone calls. It is always there, lurking about, pulsing just beneath the surface, waiting for the moment when you let your guard down enough for it to pounce on you and drag you into its blissful embrace.


Now, I'm not saying that all love is blissful. Love hurts. It makes you cry. It makes you scream and shout. It makes you wish for things that will never happen. It isn't all sunshine and flowers and happy days. The bad ones come with good. And, in the end, we all must except that.

If you search the word "Love" on photobucket (as I did) you will find over three million pictures. Some of them are happy. Some of them are sad. Some of them are poetic. And a great many have nothing to do with love at all...at least not to the eyes of the world, but I'm sure to the posters they mean something special. The point, is that we all love.

It doesn't matter what your age is. Race has no meaning here. Gender does not define it. People cannot define it. Love will strike no matter what and there is rarely a way to be prepared. Not for lack of trying on most peoples parts. Love is just one of those things you can't escape.

It holds on to you. It rarely lets you go. And even if you find yourself falling out of love with one person, you're bound to turn around and fall in love with another.

I am in love with love.

I was raised on disney movies where everything turns out happily ever after. Where princes find their princesses. Where a kiss is the most magical thing in existence. Where good always wins. The bad guys always lose. And everyone is happier than when the movie began.

I find myself watching the male dreaded "chick flicks" at every chance I get. And, silly as it may be, the plot never changes. Boy meets Girl. Boy and Girl fall in love. Catastrophe happens. Boy and Girl break up. Boy and Girl think about break up. Boy and Girl get back together. Happily ever after.

Never changing, yet I can't stay away. Like I said, I love love.

Love may be painful, it may break hearts, it may even make you despair. What we need to remember is that love is only painful because we make so. Love only hurts because we cause it to. Love is made joyous by our willingness to love as we wish to be loved in return.

Love is wonderful.

Love is beautiful.

Love is painful.

Love is...


So, go out there and love like you want to be loved. Show the world that an open heart policy is better than a closed one. And if you break hearts, which most of us will, remind the heart broken that love will always be just around the corner, lurking and pulsing just beneath the surface.

All we have to do is find it.

--Lola