taken me almost 29 years to realize...

love is just a word, just a poor attempt to define the only thing that's real, not just in the world, but in everything, everywhere, always.

the way love's portrayed, in books, on tv, in movies, doesn't even come close to the thing itself.

love is in each and every one of us, always - it's really all we are, all we ever were, and all we'll ever be.

the languages people have created and taught themselves to speak and write cannot sufficiently describe or characterize what love truly is.

i don't need someone else in order to be in or possess love. it's already in me, it is who i am, what i was born into this life to be and to do.

when you love yourself, when you finally ARE love itself, what you were really meant to be, that's when love enters your life and your realm in a more physical form - one you can see, touch, taste, smell, feel.

but it's been there, in you, from the start. all each of us needs to do is become our destiny, and i'm pretty sure the physical world we live in, and perhaps something even greater beyond the scope of our imaginations, would be like that place we've named heaven.