Love Comes Naturally

Love is a force of nature that cannot be commanded.

Love that is forcefully squeezed out of people's bodies will only rot in their souls.

I find that when I enter a relationship in response to the weight of external factors, I end up leaving with regret and nothing more. Only fulfilling relationships held together by real love can be truly cherished and looked upon as an experience worthy of any pain that follows separation.

In my heart, my grandma is the embodiment of love. Illness and old age may have swept her away, but I can still remember the kindness in her eyes and the happiness embedded in her wrinkles. I can still remember the way she powered through the pain that life threw at her in its sorry attempt to hold her down. I can still remember how her warm, empathetic hands offered instant noodles to construction workers in my backyard.

Though I can no longer feel the warmth of her embrace, my love for her keeps my memories of her untainted despite the wistfulness and sadness that come with them.