Love and Chocolate Cake

Love. Such a simple word, yet has such a complex meaning. "What is it?" They ask. Well I've never been in love so I wouldn't know, but even those who have can't explain it.

"It just comes and you know when it does." 

"It feels like nothing you've ever felt before."

That's all they can really come up with. Am I supposed to be impressed by that or something? Is love really worth it? Because to me, those explanations could be about the feeling you get when eating a chocolate cake, but guess what... Eventually that cake is gone. So what then? 

Apparently I have to "experience love myself" to know what it really is, but even then I may not exactly know. Well okay then. I guess I'll just have to wait. 

Wait for the feeling I get when he smiles

Wait for the warmth of his arms around me

Wait for the truth in his eyes when he says those three words 

Wait for understanding that he can see what I see

Wait for the first time he hears me sneeze and accept it and still be pleased with who I am and who I want to be.

I can wait.

Or more accurately love can wait for me.

I won't let love control me. When I am ready I will control IT. Control where my heart wants to be. I will prepare for the times when the cake is gone and all I will feel is pure disappointment, but mostly I'll prepare for the moment when I realize I have an endless supply of that chocolate cake. I'm not afraid for the moment when true, endless love is on it's way because I will know when it's meant to be. At least that's what they tell me. Let's pray that they're right.