Love

 

Human beings are the most complicated creatures. 

My outer shell says very little about who I really am. Inside I can be anyone.

Human love starts with what can be seen, but that is only the harbinger of all that follows. Like a balloon, its reality is only complete by what is inside.

Falling in love with the outside, only to be disappointed by the inside is all too common in our world while truly falling in love with the inside can be an amazing experience.

That being said, it is important to remember who that inside is.

Chances are the inside will slowly morph as the outside does, but that is not guaranteed, nor are they guaranteed to match. Which is probably why love does not have to follow any linear, or predictable course.

There are so many kinds of love and all of them have the potential to be forever if it is true. I have to love what is. Not what I hoped, wanted, thought, or believed and that is both intense and complex. 

Whether it is the parent's love for a child, a lover's love for a lover, or a friend's love for a friend, it can be unique, enduring and precious and I have to be true to its actuality if I want that to happen.