cleaning out the attic...

[Was looking back at some of my writings from a while ago.  I thought I'd resurrect a few of them.  I'll share more later...]

To love and be loved. That is all there is in life, and it's worth fighting for.

To fight to love. Our minds can more easily grasp this sentiment. We see this happen. We know. But the fight to be loved is often a battle left unspoken. We cannot force anyone to love us. It's a lost cause. If we cannot attain the love we truly desire or fill that empty cavity in our hearts, we do our best to fill it with a substitute. But this endeavor becomes like trying to patch a hole in your jeans with tissue paper-- pointless. So that little patch where our skin shows, we color it blue with washable marker and hope to God no one notices. Safe only until the rain comes. This fight to be loved is not one of struggle, force, and power. It is a fight of stillness, silence, and healing. The fight to be loved takes the greatest strength of the two. This battle is most victorious when we surrender.

"I love you," He whispered.