"Love Letters"

I gotta be honest with you - I have spent three days sitting on this post because I have no idea what to say. I thought this would be an easy one but, as with all matters of the heart, it's turned out much harder than I thought. 

Do I tell you about the love letters I have received? Or the ones I never did get? Do I tell you about the love letters I have written...and the ones I never wrote? Do you know how special love letters make me feel when I get them? And will you understand how sad they make me when I read them after love has gone? And how do I do justice to the earnestness and courageous honesty of the writer, which leap out on the page, so heartfelt and intense were the feelings that the author risked everything to take a chance on love?

I haven't been in love much...maybe twice. But having felt the fire before (twice...maybe), there is only one thing I know for certain:

Love is meant to be expressed. It's not enough to just feel it - love grows too big for the confines of the heart. It demands to be shared. If we are lucky, we find a welcoming heart on the other end. If we are not, we suffer not only because love is not returned, but because it must be kept locked away, bursting our hearts at the seams.

Love is meant to be expressed. Every love letter is written for this reason alone. Would that we wrote them more often. 

And that's all I have to say about that.

Thank you to Kelleigh Miller of Akron, Ohio, for this post.

Comments

[Kelleigh]

More expression of love, is what leads to more love. Thank you!