One day, love will come in a form that is able for you to digest
See, you have been doing good all this time. Trying to be as good as you could until you are on your edge for trying so hard to be loved more. You have polished your smile and your heart, in a hope that they will shine and be noticeable for the love so that it will come faster to you. No, not that you haven’t tried enough until it refused to pay a visit – you just don’t notice that love has always come. It just rarely (or even never) comes in a form that is able for you to comprehend.
And it’s totally fine for wanting something apprehensible, a love that you are able to perceive. It’s not at all wrong to want something to come in the form that you wanted. You have always read stories that need a dictionary in order to be read. You want one that comes in your own language. Love, your thought that you are not deserving is wrong. One day love will be served in front of you, mouthful, come in the taste of your favor and ready to love so that it will come faster to you. No, not that you haven’t tried enough until it refused to pay a visit – you just don’t notice that love has always come. It just rarely (or even never) comes in a form that is able for you to comprehend. And it’s totally fine for wanting something apprehensible, a love that you are able to perceive. It’s not at all wrong to want something to come in the form that you wanted. You have always read stories that need a dictionary in order to be read. You want one that comes in your own language.
Love, your thought that you are not deserving is wrong. One day love will be served in front of you, mouthful, come in the taste of your favor and ready to consume. You will feast leaving none on the table. You will understand what all of the starve for.
One day, love will come in a form that is able for you to digest
