something about love.

professionalwidow:

Love is not that perfect little thing in movies and books, all wrapped up in it’s pretty package and holiday paper.  No, love is scarred.  Love is terrifying.  Love rises and falls, leaving it’s survivors to cower in the wake.  Love comes with chains and rejoicing.  Love is flawed and perfect.  It comes when we are not expecting it, and hides behind dumpsters when we search for it.  Love is broken and healing.  Love is evasive.

Love is something as real as pain and happiness and warmth.  It trickles from springs and freezes over.  It does not always come with a happy ending.  And it does not come in the pages of a story.  Rather, it rolls in on the wind.  It falls with the rain.  It escapes in heavy breaths and fingers running up and down bare skin.  Love is small moments that come together to write the most captivating story of all.

And it rarely arrives on time.  That is what makes it beautiful.

(via havent-got-a-prayer)