Love is powerful.
It coaxes me into situations I never dreamed of before and
forces me to leave when it is the last thing I want to do.
It lifts me up and pulls me down, twisting me around like a
tornado on the flat plains of Illinois leaving debris all through my life.
But what beautiful debris it is, the stuff of art and
creation! The stuff stories are made of
that would never have existed without love.
At its worst, love raises perception to the nth degree,
making every little thing a matter of great importance.
At its best, it shows me humanity’s most beautiful traits. How different people can both perceive and give all the love they have in totally different ways and still find peace together because they understand that.
When one cup is filled to the brim by another and both are overflowing, anything is possible.
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