Love letter # 53

Sometimes I don’t know what to say to you. All my words have turned to time bombs; and with all these eggshells around I’m best off quiet.

If you cannot accept what is before you, I cannot force you. I wish you could see it for what it was – then you would know for sure. Then I wouldn’t be writing this.

Love is never proven because it is not something measureable. It is exactly like faith in that regard. It is the very act of believing. It is something we do.

Though I have chosen to give it, you must choose to receive it, for a gift unopened is just that – a box in gaudy paper, a thing left to dust.

And love is not like water; it will not form a lake behind a dam wall. It will carve another river.