You feel happy and afraid at the same time.

Happy that you can be around and witness the wonders of it all.

But afraid you won’t ever be able to grasp it. You won’t be able to hold it close to your heart. You won’t ever feel the warmth of it, the softness of it.

What if it’s not as wonderful as they say it is?

Or maybe that is just me being cynical about the whole idea of it.

You know why I like words.

Because I can fill an entire page with them, and they won’t leave. They will last forever. Love doesn’t last forever. It breaks and bends when we least expect it.

If I don’t have love

At least I have these words forever.

- daisyk.