I know a man. The kind of man that is a rare finding. The kind of man that has done, does and will do anything and everything to please me. His love is deep, for his love has never failed me. He has proven to me, time and time again his loyalty and presence. Even though, so many times, I myself questioned- Is this for real? Is this for me? Do I deserve this? Can I really be that lucky? I was told once by a friend that the Universe is in love with this man. But I think the Universe must love me just as much… If that wasn’t true, then it would have surely never happened. It would have surely all fall apart long ago. If it wasn’t true, then there wouldn’t be us, and we wouldn’t work for it like we do… Loving is easy. You love because you love, mostly there is no reason for loving; we just do. In reality, love doesn’t require work, the heart always loves; it’s the mind that needs constant work and reminders. And they sound like an older me telling that lost little girl, “Hey, you’ve got this. It’s yours, no need to fear it, cause it’s here to stay. And Yes! Ewcia, you deserve it.” …My husband, the man that gives me so much love, that it’s most natural to offer it right back. And with that, with instinctively knowing that my love for him has no limits, that my love for him is infinite, I came to realize that this kind of love itself has the power to free. Free from uncertainty and doubt. From worry and fear. From my own self afflicted unworthiness… What kind of love loves like that? God, I don’t think there is any way to define it. It just is.
