There are some things in life that can’t be “figured out” or rationalized. Feelings are like that. The heart wants what it wants and despite your attempts to merge your mind and your heart to have the same road trip, the heart takes over and drives the car off road onto an unchartered nature trail. I can’t tell you how to feel, but your heart can.

My heart is powerful and overwhelms my ability to reason. I love without thinking first and then realize later that my hands are covered in my own blood. It isn’t easy to love this way but it was the way I was born and the way I am. I feel things deeply, and when I say that I love you it’s because I love you. I mean those words, which pour out of my mouth but originate from my chest.

What’s the difference in saying these words if the way that I love can’t be understood? It’s fierce and bold and unashamed. And yet it scares people with its truth and passion.

I won’t let being misunderstood stop me from loving wholely.

It’s who I am to love vehemently.

I can’t tell you how to love and you can’t tell me how to either.

Let there be blood on my hands, so long as it’s mine.