Love

I honestly don't know how far that word goes. How much does one have to prove to another that they love them? How much does it take. What does it mean to love? To be willing to lie, cheat, or kill? To what extent?


I don't know. But I know a love that is real. If this two sided mystery is the unraveling mystery, I know there is the only one I hope to know. And that love is real. So real, He died for me.

Throughout the many seasons in my life, everything seems to liken to a blurry haze, but of one thing I know for sure. This Love never fails.