I was thinking the other day while taking a shower (where many of my revelations take place) and this idea about love occurred to me that I wanted to briefly share.
Love is not going to the same church together. Having gone to the same high school. It’s not where you both work at Cost Plus World Market. It’s not having known each other since *forever*. It’s not a dance floor in a club. Or a couch at your friend’s house.
Love is deciding. People together because they want to be. Sherlock and Irene Adler. It’s not logical.
It just is, because we just are.
I don’t know if the love I described is actually real or just a thought in the shower while I shave my legs. Maybe it’s a love that’s only available in the next life. Maybe it’s not attainable while I’m still young and beautiful.
Just some food for thought.