Love and Strings.

The other night I couldn’t sleep as I kept thinking about how happy I am. How “content” I am. My oldest brother is about to get back from the Middle East, I am so in love, I’m doing well in school and working hard on planning a wedding. Everything right now is perfect. I used to think that a close friend of mine lived a perfect life. She has incredible grades, she’s beautiful, intelligent, she works hard, and she had a boyfriend, a house, a dog, and an immense love for him. But with incredibly bad judgment, he broke up with her and the break-up made it seem like she had lost everything. From my perspective she lost someone that she doesn’t need, but she’s crushed.

The three witches from Hercules (or mythology to sound more educated) held a string that once cut, ended a life. They had the power to decide whether mortals lived or died. I feel like Adam has that control over me and that my best friend’s boyfriend had that control over her. It’s amazing what love requires. I care so much for Adam that if anything happened to him or if he decided that I wasn’t right for him, the loss would be so great that I would want to die. In the same way I have that control over Adam because of our love.

I understand why so many people are apprehensive when it comes to love. You continuously put yourself out on a limb and pray that it doesn’t break because when you fall sometimes you don’t think you can get back up. But, you have to broken leg or not.

Making a commitment is so much more than signing a marriage license or moving in together. It’s promising that you will do your very best in taking care of each other and not dropping the heart that you hold. You might squeeze it a little sometimes, but don’t break it.

Is it right to allow someone else to control your ability to breathe or willingness to live? I don’t know, but it is nice while they are there to do it.