Love: it's not the medicine, it's the cure.

About three months and so many days ago, Love seemed so impersonal to me, and I was ready and willing to abandon all ideas of Love that I had previously had. I became afraid of it, and yet I wanted to love and be loved so direly, so madly, that I procured myself to be a miserable-mess.

God knows the perfect remedy for a lonesome heart, and that is...true, unadulterated, unconditioned Love.

And then, God decided to turn my world up side down, as He has a tendency to do, when I had least expected it. He granted me a gift of unmagnified properties-a gift so beautifully bestowed upon my heart-that I fell in Love and engulfed the loveliness of it to such extremes, whereas I was drowning in it.

Realize, dear readers, that Love is absolute, infinite. Know that intimate, congenial Love is much more beautiful than that of the corporal. And do not fear it. Do not be afraid of being loved—of having someone who knows you wholly as the flawed person that you are and loves you regardless.

Remember, Love: it's not the medicine, it’s the cure...and we're all sick at heart.