Crazy Love.

It's been repetitive,

this conversation about love & marriage.

"Don't girls just date boys so they can be married?"

I'm going take a risk & say,

at least from my heart,
and the hearts of girls I've been talking to,

no way.

No. 

I don't date to be married.

The emphasis is on so many other places.

I want more than marriage.

Sure.

There are girls out there who are preoccupied

a pretty dress,

having a family
finding Security

that they marry someone they have learned to love.

Yes.

I've had my chance.

I've dated guys who wanted marriage.

But what I really want, 

more than marriage,

is love, lasting love.

Great love.

The kind others can't make sense of.

The kind that connects me to someone else 

in a way I've never experience before.

The kind that doesn't exist without selflessness.

The kind that endures life's tendency to grow cold.
The kind that is only upstaged by Divine love.

Maybe.

This sounds crazy.

I sound like a romantic.

I need a dose of reality.

I've read to many love stories.

But I want to believe in a fit.

I want to be someone's other half.

The reality is there are heights and depths. 

Good times and bad times.

No.
I'm not waiting on the ideal Prince Charming.
I'm waiting on real life love.

I'm not married because I haven't found great love.
 ...because my heart won't let me give up on it.

(If you need some help believing
in human love & Divine Love again,

read this book)

To be in love, as to see beauty, is a kind of adoring that turns the lover away from self. Just seeing Davy asleep, defenceless and trusting and innocent, could tear my heart, then in that first spring or a dozen years later. When we first fell in love in dead of winter, we said, ‘If we aren’t more in love in lilactime, we shall be finished.’ But we were more in love: for love must grow or die. Every year on our anniversary we said, ‘If we’re not more deeply in love next year, we shall have failed.'