Still In Love

Despite the heartache, the foolishness and the many hours of crying, I’m still in love. I’m in love with the idea that out there lives a man who is for me and me alone. I’m still in love with the thought that this man does not "complete" me but rather compliment the woman I am. I am still in love with the idea that a man will leave his father and mother and cleave only onto his wife. I’m still in love with the thought that all the love I’ve saved for 23 years is destined for one man and him only. I’m still in love with the thought that God created me to be the flesh of his flesh and the bone of his bone. I’m still in love with the thought that there is an Adam to my Eve. Maybe equally as flawed but still the one for me. Because of that love, I smile when I see a new face. Because of that love, I respect a man when he tells me he’s going to call and actually does it. Because of that love I still smile when doors are opened and chairs are pulled out for me. Because of that love I still accept invitations to dinners and movies. Because of that love I still leave my heart open to new experiences. Because of that love, I still say a prayer every night for him. Because of that love, I keep my faith in love…and I’m still in love with love!