Love arrives exactly when it should...

I found this amazing video called When Love Arrives; it's spoken poetry by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye.



it's become a bit of a mantra for  me - i think i've listened to it enough times now that i could recite the whole thing.

i love how it established that love changes as you grow and that there's not one true love, one "soul mate" but instead many loves depending on the stage of life you're in. In particular, i enjoy these lines "Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.."

i think we have a tendency to shut down when love leaves. we don't think about the beauty it brought, or what we learned, we only think about the end and what went wrong. while i think that's completely natural - when you're hurting it's hard to focus on the positive, but we see it eventually - hopefully. how do we encourage ourselves to see that perspective sooner? how do we feel that sorrow and yet, feel that bright spot of hope that love will return, different, but better and ready to meet a new, more solid version of yourself if we only leave the door open?

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. 
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake. 
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you. 
Maybe you are not ready for love. 
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. 
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. 
Maybe love is only there for a month. 
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. 
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. 
Maybe love shouldn’t.

maybe we merely need to remind ourselves that timing is everything and one day you and love will be on the same time....and preferably the same time zone.

regardless the poem gives me hope and When Love Arrives i'll welcome it, until then i'll think fondly of the moment when i find a love that will tell me i'm beautiful and mean it over and over again especially when no one else will tell me.

here's hoping love arrives on a plane from Ireland soon...