It Is True

It is true that you can be in love with someone before you ever see their eyes or feel their touch. It is true that you can know you are meant to be with someone for the rest of your life after only knowing them for three months. It is true that you can know where love will take you even after physical ties are broken and your love hasn’t spoken to you in five years. It is true that you can know all of this because “falling in love” is simply an exercise in memory.

The moment you “fall in love” joy fills every cell of your body and your heart; you remember who you are, who you will be, and everything, good and bad, that lies on your journey together. You remember the person at your side in all of their perfection, rinsed clean of the guilt, fear and doubt that rest on their skin. You remember how they enhance the Light that flows through you, giving life to your soul and everything it touches. You remember how they gently fit the puzzle pieces in your mind together and give you a clear picture of energy and life. You remember how their breath brings you peace of mind.

It is true that it only takes a moment to fall in love and remember it all. Your body feels it and your heart begins to decode pieces of the message for you, “Love is real. I have always known this person always and they will show me new and fascinating parts of my soul. In these eyes before me, I see everything. I see God.” Your heart then tries to pass on the message to your mind because it is here that it can be created into words and images. The purpose of this journey from the heart to the mind is to bring the initial feelings and cellular sensations into a form of reality that is more concrete and digestible. Many of us hinder this journey in order to feel safe. In a culture of reason and logic, in order to protect ourselves, remain creditable, and maintain a sense of control, we must only trust what we can see. We tell ourselves that there is no magic, no love, no perfection, no plan, no purpose, no God, and that even if all of those things were real that there is no way that we deserve any of it. We are afraid, and wrap ourselves in disbelief. We hide from love and memories of perfection because they urge us to soar through the clouds that lay above the ocean, and we are all afraid of falling.