i want to love.

like, for real.

i want to love beyond myself. the kind of love that challenges my pride and my comfort. i want to love outside and within my four walls all at the same time. i want love to fill my heart and spill out through my hands.

i want to love when it feels gratifyingly good and when it feels horrifyingly bad. i want to extend myself in love. surrender myself to love. find myself through love.

i want to give love for love. i want to give love for hate. love in my words, love in my deeds, love in my joy, love in my grief.

i want to love when no one is watching, recording, rewarding. love when no one is praising, applauding, displaying. and when i falter in love, let me resolutely return to love. over and over and over again.

because in the end, what else matters?