Greatest Expressions of Love ever committed to paper...

Dear Heart,

This visual diary is the greatest expressions of love I’ve ever committed to paper. May it be respected for its sensitivity and honest accounts of my experiences in growth thus far.

When it comes to understanding emotional intelligence, I never quite knew how to identify the good of ignorance and the role that it played in youthful twenties; entertaining the danger of falling amidst disaster before I had the assurance of a happy escape was the game— the game I played right up to the edge I never dared to cross. That was a younger me: staunched, advanced education, self-sufficient (financially) and nurtured in discipline but morbidly afraid of affectionately unveiling my vulnerability to another.

Not wanting to be callously foolish, that line was never worth the sacrifice of my identity and mental security. For my sake, it was the passions that drove me and it was the hazards that U-turned my perspective around. I knew it would be a matter of divine timing for my understanding of Love & Wellness to unfurl, but never in such a way as this.

  

See, we live in a fallen world corrupted by misogyny, abrupt discord and faithless affairs when it comes to matters of the heart. We war as a response to confrontation; we hear only to respond, and we only think of consequences after we action. It’s no mystery that people warrant hostility to mechanize their defensiveness before possessing the courage to respectfully agree to disagree.

I often wondered: will there be a time, where the forgotten and much younger me, could ever be aided of all of the perceived moment(s) of missed opportunities that presented itself—so I can finally say what I never could? Will these memories dance in my head for a lifetime until the day I meet my Maker? Or will Time, though but for a moment, graciously present enough courage to express sensitivity for the courted proverbial Love that I thought I once knew?

The purest form of humanity is the soul. The soul by which depends on conceptions of God, for without such awareness, we could not comprehend such epistolary affairs of the heart: where everything is said as it is thought. Where points of contention are disarmed by truth; where both hearts are instinctively inspired to move mountains, as they themselves are moved.