Someday, we will love.

Unexpectedly. Like waves startling a bed of seashells.

Unnoticed. Like zephyrs sweeping august streets.

Someday we will love.

Even those holding on by a thread, ready to let go and descend into the valleys of rock bottom and oceans of hope no more; someday, they too shall love.

It’s the only way that lives survive in this ugly place we call ‘The World’.

Even when it’s over, there will be love.

In the midst of tumult, agony, and doubt, there will always be love.

Eons and millenniums after these written words; after hate and ice have crippled the hands of time, there will be love.

In the darkness. Between the atoms that build your silent lips, there will always be love.

Intertwined with the seeds and embedded in the cores of the fruits of your loins, there will be love.

Pumping through your right atrium, into your left, out of your aorta, and throughout your soul, there will always be love.

Yes, there are broken homes and broken hearts. Broken tribes and broken societies fixated on breaking the circuit breakers that secure your train of thought. Everyday. Day by day.

Not today, but someday, we will love.

And love will love us back.

If we let it.