What is love? Seems the word has become cliche. We use it to describe things we really only "like" and throw it around so casually.
We see the word on billboards, commercials, and even on our church marquee.
It means many things to many people...I'm beginning to see exactly what it means to me.
A few weeks ago, I came to the realization that I love someone. Not "like", but love. Honestly. Deeply. Fully. Fiercely. I remember the exact look on his face and the words he said just before I told him how I felt.
You would think that at that moment of clarity I would have been terrified...but I wasn't.
When we first began to get to know each other, I tried to find a million different reasons to not love this person...and I actually rationalized a few. The odds were against us at the time and all I could see was an uphill battle.
You would think that even one good reason to "think twice" would scare me...but it doesn't.
Recently, we spent some time with his family and friends. I met the whole group and did my best to understand his past and why he sees things the way he does. The whole time I was around them, I tried to be myself and not to do anything that would "blackball" me if the future decided to bring us together.
You would think that an event of epic proportions such as meeting the family would keep me walking on eggshells...but it didn't.
Right now, he's trying to decide whether or not his love for me (and I know without a doubt that he loves me) is stronger than his fear of falling...taking a chance...running a risk.
You would think that with everything I've been through, as fiercely as I love him, as willing as I am to lay down my own life for his, that this would be a piece of cake...
It scares the hell out of me.
