Falling Slowly, ONCE

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Love?

To love is a choice. It is a commitment. It is not something you can turn on and off. If someone has told you they "fell out of love", they probably never really, truly loved you to begin with. Sometimes we "fall out of love" when it gets too hard for us to deal with making the relationship work.

There were days when I looked at Jim and wondered..."Is this it? Is this enough?" and days where I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

That is the ebb and flow of love. Underneath it all, was totally attached to this person and I loved him unconditionally. This is hard for many people to accept - that love doesn't always feel good. Sometimes love can be crappy, but you forge through it. But, you do need both partners (whether lovers or family or whomever) to have made the CHOICE to continue to plow through it and make the love work.

THIS IS HOW I FEEL.