They say that love must be easy.
That it must come naturally,
Like filling your lungs with air
Or convincing your heart to beat.
I see it differently.
Love is the study of linguistics,
Like learning to speak a language
For the very first time
Until it flows through you
As naturally as
the blood in your veins.
It starts from a place of
Complete and utter confusion.
It is stumbling over sentences.
It is vexing over vocabulary.
It is misunderstanding
And miscommunicating.
And it is apologizing.
So much apologizing.
But learning.
So much learning.
It is failing so utterly
And so completely
Because it is the process
Of explaining the inexplicable
Understanding the unexplainable
With passion and fire,
Lightning bolts and thunder.
It is sailing into the wall
Of the storm knowing that
There’s a beauty in its eye
So captivating that
You are left speechless.
And when it is right,
It is worth all the late nights
And studying
And frustration.
It is by no means easy.
But it is worth it.
-JC
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