There is a reason you can’t find true love on a television show.
Because it grows best in the quiet times
when there are no cameras, no prying eyes, no people there to watch it.
It grows in the slow breaths and long silences of a car ride
in the short distance between his shoulder and mine.
Real love is not a fairy tale.
It is not perfect.
It can be flawed and difficult:
It even hurts sometimes.
Real love takes weeks and months and years to become.
It knows the story behind the scar on your shoulder,
your greatest fear,
and what you look like in sweatpants and a tee shirt.
True love isn’t a contest.
It’s the most unforced and natural of all life’s possibilities.
It’s what happens when you let go of cookie-cutter molds and expectations
and reveal all of yourself, privately and wholly to another soul.
Save reality TV shows for design contests and cook offs,
leave love alone.
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I'm going to say I totally agree with you, Marcie! And by the way, your daughter is too cute!
ReplyDeleteThanks Becca!!
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