They are only words and, as such, they lack the power to wrap any emotion in sound for transport between two minds. The best of words cannot tell you how you feel. How, then, can even the best use of words tell you how anybody else feels? We live our lives as islands in an ocean of eternal turmoil and emotional isolation.

What of the words, “I love you?” Mere words will never be enough to open your heart for even one other person. At best, we can assume that these words mean to other people what they mean to each of us individually. We know what we feel in the wide gulf that exists between the syllables of the words in which we endeavor to encode ideas so complex that we have a hard time understanding them in the confines of our own minds.

There is always insecurity in love. We hold little power over our own minds in our fallen nature. In fact, our own creator tells us to flee temptation because it is beyond our endurance. It goes without saying, although I will write it here, that we hold no control over the people around us. What safety is there in exposing our vulnerability?

You can profess eternal devotion to another person, surrendering all that you have and are, and then you can be abandoned without a moment’s notice. Avoidance is easier. Would that we could be allowed to lack hearts that can be so easily broken by people over which we have no symmetrical control. It is easiest to believe that anybody who professes the bonds of love has entered your world only to take something from you.

So great is this insecurity in love that our creator gave us strong emotions that could not be escaped. When love strikes, we are drawn either to life or death without recourse. Love blinds because it must. We are vulnerable in love and elect to escape it through any door that is open to us. “What if,” we ask each time we pull the trigger and expect life to end in a loud, bright explosion.

True love forgets itself while lust forgets all else.

It has been a generation while we have tried to make due with only lust. There is always something more important than the bonds between people. The people around us are always the most important things that we ignore while doing the important things in life. Our vulnerability is in that we must forget ourselves to know love. And the forgotten self is a jealous god.

How long have we been told to fear the loss of self in love? By whom have we been told such things? Was it worth the cost? You cannot realize the self if you deny your own heart. The heart is the seat of your joy.

You cannot love if you cannot trust. There is no surety in the words of love. Emotions dwell so deep within us that they are safe from any medium that can express them as more than shadows of their reality. It is in trust that love must forever dwell.

When you give yourself to love, against your will often enough, you can hold nothing back. You are vulnerable and can never know the heart of the object of your affection. What you give, you give for keeps with no foreshadowing of what you will gain in exchange. Everything that your mind says in protest is true.

One truth remains unspoken as it is unthought. You were always vulnerable. The illusion of invulnerability clouds your eyes so that you are easier to exploit than you would otherwise have been. There is no escaping the fact that our creator made us to need each other at all times. None of us will ever be invulnerable.

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