but it's a hairy situation.
this thing of romance. this thing of love. it somehow is a thing that possesses the qualities of what are traditionally, starkly different roles.
somehow it is the means by which you get to the end of itself. (don't worry, i re-read that two dozen times, it totally makes sense.)
so here's the deal: i want to love. i want to be loved. my motives are pure, so why would it have not happened right by now? maybe it's Grace. that i am to have what is absolutely the best thing regarding love, and i just can't see how to do that, so it's being done for me and to me and around me.
you see, i am, everyday, inside of myself getting lost. worried. thinking. stuck. held captive. but i can love by Love's hand. i just don't do well at that.
i am who i am being made into, not what i've known myself to be.
so i will one day love.
i will one day be loved.
and on the road to that day, will love all the way.