I’ve loved too many to have a love of my life. The truth is they all were the loves of my different lives. My different chapters. They all speak loudly with the life I led then. So that now when traces of much old life can be seen through my choices, I know it’s no longer love of my life I search for. For that is only seeing through mortal eyes. Rather I seek ernestly for the love of my soul. The bone of my bone, the one who can hurt as deeply as I do and the one I can laugh with. The kind of laughter or pain or peace that courses through your body in the strongest raptures. That is the kind of love I yearn for. To feel my pulse race and slow down because I found who I was meant for. The person who was born just so we can server each other, fiercely, deeply, musically and passionately. My soul on that day will never feel thirsty. For it will be filled. This love can only be found within and with God. It’s the only way I can be pulled together magnetically to him. The person imprinted subconsciously in my heart. My body. My soul. My faith. He is me and I am him.
life needs living. live it