Ink Stained Soul…

I am so conflicted on love being a choice. Some loves are this bond, an invisible bond that pulls you to someone almost immediately. Some souls simply tug at you beyond reason. Not just about passion but a knowing you belong to them. Choosing to love them hurt, when you don’t like their actions, or even if you are not in their life doesn’t feel like a choice with certain people. It just is. You love them without question love sits inside of you. I believe it is the building a life together that is the true choice. We all change and evolve. As parts of our past shape us we must face the mirror and the fact we are no longer the person they first met. Can you choose them through every change? Can you love them as they unpack life time after time? I think settling, almost love is rooted in complacency. Comfort but hollow, as if your soul is screaming on the inside of you.

Love, what it is at its very essence loves through the mask and healing, it is still the one your soul knows. The eyes you want to see through every phase life has in store.