Collateral Beauty

LOVE

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."

— Victor Hugo  

Love.

The word can seem so foreign sometimes. 

Love.  Love. Love. 

It's such a mouthful. It holds enough weight to reignite a heavy ache in my chest. It clings to my heart and I hold onto it waiting for the right moment to let it out. I wait for the word to settle on my tongue till saying it becomes effortless. 

So many times I've held on to it, waiting for the right moment. I've watched you pass by. I wanted to hold you, grasp you, embrace you and feel the happiness people say you bring. I wanted to fill the empty hole in my heart with you and all I had to do was call your name. 

Love. 

I wish I could've said it then, when you were right in front of me love. You were smiling, I was blushing, in the cold winter night as we waited together at the bus stop. I felt it then, the word. It was playing on the tip of my tongue. It was playing on the tip of my tongue but I hesitated. I hesitated and before I knew it, you had already passed by and met the eyes of another. 

What are you love? 

Do I know you? 

Have I met you? 

Have I passed you by on the street and missed my chance to be with you? 

Have I taken you for granted? 

Will I realize that you were always there with me even when I thought there was no one? 

There's so much I don't know about you. So much I don't understand. So much I want to know. Has my fear, my hesitation, ruined my chances of ever meeting you again? 

Love. 

Love is silent. It doesn't speak. 

It doesn't speak, but it can be heard. Through laughter, childish banter, whispered confessions, it makes itself known. 

It doesn't speak, but it can be seen. Through rosy cheeks, shy smiles, held hands, it makes it's self known. 

It doesn't speak, but it can be felt. Through beating hearts, soft touches, gentle kisses, warm hugs, it makes it's self known. 

Love is silent but it makes it's self known in different ways. 

So why haven't you made yourself known to me? When will you find me again love? How long will I have to wait? 

Please don't take long. 

I search for you everyday, in the eyes of everyone I meet. I wonder if you're there. I look for your signs but I don't hear you. 

I don't see you. 

I don't feel you. 

Where are you? Where can I find you? Where do I look? 

Have I lost my chance? 

Love. 

I will wait. Wait for the words to be effortless. Hope for you to come back somehow in your new form. 

Please. 

Please hurry. 

You're friend time is fickle. 

Love. 

Where are you?