It’s Ok To Wait For The Kind Of Love That Sticks
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that sticks.
The kind of love that sees you when you’re ugly crying, snot-nosed and puffy-eyed, and listens to you through your tears. There is no running away, there is just a bear hug to pull you close, so that you can cry into their chest as their heartbeat soothes and slows the tears from flowing.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that sticks.
The kind of love that makes you coffee in the morning without ever being asked. They’ll pour it for you in your favorite mug, and they know exactly how much milk to add. They’ll bring it to you on the couch as you both sit, sleepy-eyed, waiting for the caffeine to kick in.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that sticks.
The kind of love that sees the beauty in you, even when you cannot see it yourself. They see the doubt on your face when you criticize your own reflection, and they do what they can to take such doubts away. They remind you that the person you stare at in the mirror is magnificent, and they tell you that as often as you need to hear it.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that sticks.
The kind of love that asks you about your day, and wants to know the details. And it’s a two-way street, cause you want to know about their day, too. It’s the kind of love that encourages you to keep going, even when the work is rough. The kind of love that reminds you of how far you’ve come when you’ve lost sight of the path you want to forge. They champion you to champion for yourself, and they admire you when you do.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that sticks.
The kind of love where you both bring out the best in one other. And learn from one another. And listen to one another. And challenge one another. And support one another. And lift up one another. And ground one another. It’s ok to wait for the kind of love where you can call out one another without fear because the honesty that you’ve cultivated between you both has roots as thick as tree trunks.
Cause roots let you bend and they help you grow, but they don’t break.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that lets you feel comfortable in the silence. Even though one billion words pass between the two of you on any given day, there’s something quite special about the comfortable silence between lovers and soul mates. In silence there is stillness, and in stillness, there can be growth.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that fills your heart and your soul with laughter. The kind of laughter that makes your belly hurt, the kind of love that that makes you feel like you could float on air, and the kind of love that makes your spirit soar. Love that’s tied with laughter rests in the space you claim, it’s in the walls and in your bones. It carries you onward, together.
It’s ok to wait for the kind of love that sticks.
You’re worthy of that kind of love. You’re capable of that kind of love. You’re deserving of that kind of love. 