He took a deep breath, “what’s the scariest sentence you have ever heard?”
Instantaneously, she knew her answer, but something about it seemed wrong. She paused and whispered, “I love you.”
As he heard those soft spoken words his heart shattered, for though his knowledge of love was trivial even he knew this was a story waiting to be told… Slowly he met her eyes, and as if their souls connected; she started to talk.
“I love you.”
“When I was little, love was a fairytale. The happily ever after with a princess and her prince. As I’ve grown I’ve learned a lot about love. Love isn’t always picture perfect, love isn’t always convenient, and love isn’t always a feeling, but love endures anyway… love is like cookies fresh from the oven, the sooner you try them the more likely you will get burned. Love is like jigsaw puzzles, all the pieces will fit together, but without time to sort through them, they never match up. Love is like rain, not always pouring down, but hanging in the air waiting to show you it’s beauty. Love isn’t seamless, but love is raw and broken, love is sweet and innocent, and love is hope and joy.”
“His heart shattered…”
Slowly, he began to realize that love isn’t a simple matter. As he read the depths of her story, his love gradually became tangible. While he loved her all long – each and every time she broke, he loved her a little more.
“Love isn’t always a feeling”
She had never loved so ardently. For never before had another bothered to finish writing her broken story. In breathtaking vulnerability, he stayed, and to her – that’s what she loved the most.
“Each and every time she broke, he loved her a little more.”
Years passed and together they held the pen, for it wasn’t his, or hers, but it became theirs…
“For never before had another bothered to finish writing her broken story…that’s what she loved the most.”