wonders

Isn't it a wonder how much love we have inside?

Isn't it a wonder how much love we have for others?

Isn't it a wonder how some will never know how much love we have for them?

Isn't it a wonder how much, no matter what happens, good or bad, we will keep loving them forever?

Isn't it a wonder that love is blind for so many? It can be staring them right in the face, and they will never realize it?

Isn't it a wonder how the very thought or feeling of love can make people do either crazy, terrible, wonderful, unspeakable things?



I have love. A lot. In many different forms. Some know of it, and feel it. Some don't. Some never will. And some will realize it later. But I have it. That is the important thing. Can you imagine living a life without it? I can't.

Awhile ago I posted one of my favorite quotes from a favorite movie. It is my favorite because I have always identified with it.

"And it is those we love that elude us. But we can love. We can love without complete understanding."

This is my life. It can be hell sometimes. But it is what it is.