“True love we are absolutely giddy about—as I am about Sister Holland; we shout it from the housetops.”
— Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
It is possible, as I have learned again and again, to be in one’s place, in such company, wild or domestic, and with such pleasure, that one cannot think of another place that one would prefer to be—or of another place at all.
— Wendell Berry
Oh, this is how it starts/lightning strikes the heart/
It goes off like a gun/brighter than the sun
— Colbie Caillat
“I’m in love! I’m in love! And I don’t care who knows it!”
— Buddy the Elf
To anyone who has ever doubted,
True love is real.
By this point, you’re starting to wonder: Am I searching for something that doesn’t exist? Is everyone just making this whole thing up? And mostly, as you stare at the dark ceiling trying to fall asleep, you wonder, is it ever going to happen for me?
You ask yourself if you should just settle in the relationship you’re in. You try to talk yourself into being happy enough. You’re safe. And you’re so very tired of being lonely, and alone.
But true love! When true love strikes like lightning in your heart, when it falls like a shooting star and lands into your lap, when it explodes like fireworks and illuminates what was once the dark midnight of your life—you’ll be so happy!
True love is the man who spend his entire Saturday fixing your car, while making your kid brothers feel like they’re real auto mechanics helping him. True love is the crinkles on the corners of his warm green-brown eyes when he smiles. It’s finally finding the person that feels like that place of peace and rest.
He’s the man who promises that when you’ve had your eight babies and have stretch marks all over your belly he’ll only think you’re more beautiful because you bear the marks of bringing souls into this world. He’s the one whose letters reach the soft wounded parts of your heart (the parts you swore no one would ever touch again) while you’re in the lonely desert mountains of Argentina.
When he loves all your people as completely as you do, when every motorcycle ride is actually a journey into a fairytale land, when you find the one who feels like home, that’s how you’ll know.
Hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life.