Love

It had to come up sooner or later.
Love.
No other title will suffice the subject.

I am literally, virtually the only person I know who has never been in love.
In my mind, I know there is good reason.
In my soul, however, there is that burning curiosity.
The feeling and awe expressed in the music I adore so much,
I do not comprehend.
Or that look of utter joy on the faces of friends and strangers,
when looking at the one they call love.
It is a subject I willingly admit ignorance to,
not because I want to be,
but because it is an opportunity I have yet to be granted.
At least to my knowledge.
Who knows what doors or windows I did not realize were in front of me.
That is life - is it not,
Ignorance is bliss, right?
Maybe the inner-me knows I have yet to be ready,
not that I know what I need to be ready for.

I would love to know what it is like to have that much care for another being.
Obviously, the beautiful love of friendship has transformed my life,
But I know it must be much different.
From some of what I have witnessed it would seem so.
Other instances aren't so inspiring, unfortunately.
I think the possibility of the end might would be worth what happens in between.
Heartbreak has to be misery, loneliness has its moments too.

My heart is open to it.
The crack might be small,
But I believe the right person will seep through with perfect ease.
If you will send it my way I am here,
Waiting patiently.

Cordially... Brittany