An Epic Love

I'm a sucker for love, man. I am one of those people who walks around saying, "to be known is to be loved," and I hold that truth real close to my heart. The intimacy in loving relationships literally improves my brain chemistry. I try my best to lead my life with love, as it is one of the fruits of the spirit, and in that I try to view the world through a lens of love. Friendship is one of those things. 

When we talk about love, often we skip over friendship. We talk about falling in love with a situationship we shouldn't have, our first toxic love, learning to heal in romantic relationships, but never the mutual love felt between a genuine friendship. How do you define friendship? And I don't mean in a Mariam Webster Dictionary kinda way, I mean in your day to day life.

To me, a friendship is your first teacher of what love is outside of familial relationships. Your family members don't choose you, you're just born as a result of two people coming together to create you. Sometimes it's an intentional creation, other times it's a fire mistake... but either way you had no choice. A friend chooses you. That is different type of intention. A friend intends to learn all parts of you and continue to show up through all seasons for you. And you, them.

I am a hardcore yearner of this love, even as I experience it day to day. I love having that one friend that you can do anything with. That love is unmatched. I love knowing that a small group of people in ginormous world choose to show up for me and love me the exact same way I love them. I love the moments where you and your friend can cry together and make each other laugh in the same breathe. That is true love to me.


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