I realized today that I am one of the luckiest people on earth, having the breath of life in my nostril, my body intact and my senses normal. I can't but thank God for all He has done for me. I think to the fact that I never lacked love in all of my life, once I lose one, God brings another to fill my ever longing heart.
As I young girl I was filled with the love of the boy who gave me my first kiss when I was 15years old, then came another type of love, the very deep, penetrating kind of love that makes me write love poems, and compose love songs; the kind of love that was pure, we just spoke words, lingering words that seemed too complex for our young minds but somehow we understood what our hearts uttered.
Then at 19, a different sort of love came that got me setting boundaries, committing all sorts of things, but nonetheless, it was an abiding sort of love; the love that taught me real committment, forgiveness, trust, realness, and responsibility. A love that lasted about 7years of my early adult life.
Then came a more fiery, passionate love, the love at first sight kind of love. The love that made me lose myself without fearing the fall, the adult kind of love. This love came when I was finding my identity as a woman, this love got me doing and dreaming things I never thought possible. You never love the same. You love everyone differently, some you love with the passion of your youth, others with the neccessity of your adulthood with its pains and responsibility; but nevertheless you still love. No matter how you find it or how its given, the most important thing is to love.
As I young girl I was filled with the love of the boy who gave me my first kiss when I was 15years old, then came another type of love, the very deep, penetrating kind of love that makes me write love poems, and compose love songs; the kind of love that was pure, we just spoke words, lingering words that seemed too complex for our young minds but somehow we understood what our hearts uttered.
Then at 19, a different sort of love came that got me setting boundaries, committing all sorts of things, but nonetheless, it was an abiding sort of love; the love that taught me real committment, forgiveness, trust, realness, and responsibility. A love that lasted about 7years of my early adult life.
Then came a more fiery, passionate love, the love at first sight kind of love. The love that made me lose myself without fearing the fall, the adult kind of love. This love came when I was finding my identity as a woman, this love got me doing and dreaming things I never thought possible. You never love the same. You love everyone differently, some you love with the passion of your youth, others with the neccessity of your adulthood with its pains and responsibility; but nevertheless you still love. No matter how you find it or how its given, the most important thing is to love.
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Vivian, you are such a beautiful writer. Somehow, Love is one word the lost it meaning to me but none the less, this is beautiful. I enjoyed reading this.
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