I had heard about love all of my life. Songs were written for love. Great art was painted for love. People have given up everything they had, even their very lives, for love. It was this great thing that bound the human race together, and gave purpose to so many. It is God's love that saves us from eternal damnation. With so many things in life revolving around it, and being exposed to it for so long, that I would be ready for it when it came knocking on my door. I grew up in a loving family home, with great parents and a wonderful brother. I had some good friends that cared for me, and life rolled along fairly well. I know the Lord and He loves me, and takes care of me. At first, I waited with baited breath to find The One, and leapt at situations where I felt love was, and was mistaken. After a few experiences, I realized that I should trust the Lord and, as everyone always told me, I'd know when Love truly hit. I resigned myself to waiting and trusting God to bring us together when the time was right.
One warm September day, Love came crashing into me like a reckless freight train. I met Indi Moore. I realized that all of the beautiful things man had created in the name of love didn't quite live up to what Love truly was: it was just the best we could do. The sun feels warmer. The grass is a little greener. My smile is a little wider.
All of the nights I lie in bed and wonder what God had stored for me, all of the days I'd feel left out, all of the times in my life I felt like nothing was going my way or that it wasn't worth the struggle; all of those times were worth it and I'd suffer them time and time again for the incredible gift that is now a part of my life. There is no language in the world to accurately describe it.
About the closest I can get is lying in the silent dark, and listening to her heart beat.
