Unconditional

True Love

Is it worth fighting for recognition when we don't know what love is in the first place? Must I turn a blind eye to those capable of
compassion beyond my understanding?

(I put my right foot through the doorway first, for good luck.)

Communication in love is not via words; it's through a silent language, where every nerve is pulsing with tenderness, when you can be immersed in another while looking at them from across the room. It's not an exchange. It is a shared indulgence. Humans cannot understand love; we will never be in the position to remotely understand it, which is why we sometimes don't realise how much we love people.
Yet we are blessed with the ability to love so much that it can overwhelm us.

(One flight of stairs up- the room smells faintly of smoke, graffiti carelessly slashed across the old brick walls.)

You cannot replicate love. It grows in our hearts, an infinite blossom that will escort us through life. It weaves its way through every vein in our body and fills us with light. Love is not close to the heart, it finds its way into the heart; the purist, strongest affection in every human being. It will become a part of us, unlike most emotions, which are merely an aspect of our humanity.
We give it access to the most tender spot of out heart, giving it the ability to leave it raw and exposed.
Don't make the mistake to believe love does not leave; it intertwines through every emotion, until it's twisting into our every thought.
If love is a part of us, how can people leave it behind when love hasn't left them yet?

(I keep my eyes down, the stains on the carpet expose the building's age.)

I believe in true love. We have a soul mate somewhere in the world. The heart seems to be carved, only fitting another in the whole world. I can't let someone take away what is standing right in front of me. But how can I protect someone who is an inch out of my reach? How can I love when I am afraid to walk away from everything I have?
You might say I'm lucky to have even met the one person in the world that my heart is carved to fit; yet somehow I'm the unluckiest.

(I push open the door to her unit. My senses are suddenly heightened, yet all my attention absorbed in her image.)

Elena, I have loved you for eternity. I can feel every nerve in my body loving you. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of- most people never complete their journey of love in a lifetime. I only need to take one more step.
"I love you"
A footstep in the corner that seemed loud enough to burst my eardrums broke the silence.

A single experience has opened my eyes to a world beyond my understanding.
Is our heart's whole commitment really what true love is? I have spent every day waiting for someone who doesn't love me back. Hearts do not fit together like puzzle pieces; they mould to each other.
Love isn't a journey towards somebody. It is a journey in time. I was wrong. Everyone finishes a journey of love; it is their own fulfilment at death that will complete it.
We are capable of loving thousands with the same heart. Why have I only reserved it for one? Don't love someone because society pushes you into finding only one person and having the perfect love story. Love because together you are something you cannot be alone. True love is infinite. It will weave through the air, filling the atmosphere with joy. True love is messy, and complicated, but it's real. Its not done for someone else-it doesn't fill our hearts; it fills our souls.
I have spent too long focusing on a romantic interest when all my life I have ignored the unconditional and genuine love surrounding me.
I used to think people were cowardly to walk away from love that was genuine and pure, yet had been betrayed. I thought they should keep trying. Now I see, they were incredibly brave to let such pain go without looking back. They had the ability to see love in other things when they could only ever see it one person.

She was standing right in front of me every day, tormenting me, when behind me was a family that will love me back for eternity.
And suddenly, when the heart realises this, it can love in more ways than it could ever hate.