Someone asked me today
to describe the perfect love story
but the truth is you can’t.
There is no such thing.
Love is messy.
Love is unique.
Love is all over the place.
One story that may speak to me,
may speak differently to you
because we don’t have the same heart.
And the things I have felt
in my 21 years of experience
cannot ever be fully captured in words
no matter how hard I may try.
The truth is love is its own language
and it writes it’s own stories
that are intended for small, intimate audiences
and it’s not up to me to put it into words.
I cannot capture the full meaning
behind a smile’s joy
or certain looks given
or even laughs shared.
I cannot only feel the perfect love story
and hope people can catch a small glimpse
of it through my eyes
as I try to live the story.
Love is not a perfect story to be told.
Love is a life to live to it’s fullest.