Love Is Finishing Each Other’s Dreams

Flickr / 55Laney69
Flickr / 55Laney69

It doesn’t matter whether you chop, dice, sprinkle or layer it. When the word Love is shattered into a million pieces, the mirror reflects the true sentiment behind the person’s intent. The word Love, has sadly been diluted and redefined to support a person’s convenience, desire and comfort level.

For example:

I love my exes, but don’t want to date them / I love how we look in pictures / I love partying with them / I slept with my best friend, but don’t love-love them / I love having friends with benefits/ I love having them around when I’m lonely / I love them, but I’m not in love with them / I don’t love-love them, I just like them / I love-love them, but I’m not “in love” with them / I love them, but now I don’t like them/ I really just love the sex.

Seriously, this is what’s out there. To all the people in relationships who think the grass is greener, or wonder what you’re missing out on… You’re missing out on single people doing algebraic fractions when it comes to giving their heart. Sincerity is broken up, frugally distributed and divided amongst exes, friends, dates, and lovers. It’s disheartening, but it is what is is.

What ever happened to the word LOVE remaining pure, giving, sincere and unselfish?
Love doesn’t need to be perfect, it needs to be true. If you love someone you better prove it. Because love is not a noun to be defined, but a verb to be acted upon. Love is finishing each other’s dreams…

falling in love….is like seeing the ocean for the very first time, when all of your life … you’ve been stepping in puddles.

Universe,
tell me about the time when the world was kind,
when words didn’t shatter the soul
and leave people bleeding into the crease of their smile.
tell me about the time when people wouldn’t hide behind sarcasm or humor to mask themselves from dying slowly on the inside.
Universe,
tell me the names of all the stars in your sky, because I may have met one the other night.
His presence in my thoughts, his touch in my heart and no longer a dream but laying next to me now.
There are marks on my body from the energy of our light.
He is broken, like me, a fallen star. Yet,aspires to soar and believes he can fly.
I too believe in dreams.
Universe,
do you think you can do something
about all the lonely souls? the broken? the fallen stars?
There are so many of us.
And what about the hurt? the pain? the restlessness?
Or
is this all part of something bigger,
a lesson to be learnt? so we can become a part of you?

Universe,
it’s me,
Please hear my soul speak, my heart beat,
I’ve learnt my lesson.
Forgive me.
Offer me redemption or bring me back to you.
Universe,
are you there?

Most days, I feel like I’m diagonally parked in a parallel Universe. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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