Love is the truest of blessings in Creation, and I know how fortunate I am to have it. There was a time where, even knowing that, I thought love would be beyond me. It was a godsend for others, something I simply didn’t have the time or ability to personally enjoy (especially these last few years). Which was damn foolish of me; I daresay I don’t know how I’d live without it now.
Only once it’s filled you do you know how empty you are without it. Anger and despair take their toll, draining one from the inside. And then, you feel a lover’s touch, and you’re filled from your chest to your fingertips. It rejuvenates, brightens your vision, and warms you from the inside. It’s like walking from a dark cellar into the bright sunlight.
And I’ve you to thank for that love now. My own, personal sunshine, that holds my heart to chase the cold away, that shines through clouds that threaten my sky. I’ve allowed myself that simple pleasure to bask in it, to simply enjoy it for idle hours that seem well spent in your company. And in it, I feel close to God, as if I was seeing Creation as it was truly meant to be. No words truly describe it, simply this feeling that peace is upon me, to protect and to cherish.
That all could have this close at hand, a love to prove the purpose of living. In a universe full of difficult questions, love is the one true answer, self-evidently righteous in the face of uncertainty. Through conflict I found only doubt, both of my purpose and the consequence of my very being. I’ve nothing to ask of your love. Beyond the presence of the Almighty eye upon us, love is the one thing I know to be sure and true.