I'm struck today with how dangerous a thing love can be. "Every rose has its thorns," as we learned Monday night on Bachelor Pad, but, in all seriousness, it's quite true. One of the most dangerous, vulnerable things you can do is fall in love. Even worse, you can commit your life to that person. A person who will never be perfect, never bring you total satisfaction, and who will never be everything you really want him to be. Yet we rush headlong into love anyway. Love is an intoxicating thing. At times my heart feels so full of love for my man, that it could burst. And other times that love causes me to bury my face in my pillow and cry. It's a powerful, dangerous, intoxicating thing. I doubt I'll ever understand it. But I will continue to choose it. I choose Luke, and the joy and heartache that he brings into my life. I know I do the same to his.
My wonderful sister introduced me to a couple of singer/songwriters who put this oxymoronical truth about love into words.
