Apparently love is a battlefield. And, unfortunately this is one strategic mission that I have engaged in without proper preparation. You see in the Bible, when going up against the "principalities" of this world, you are instructed to put on the Whole Amour of God. You protect yourself with the Breastplate of Righteousness, you guard yourself with the Shield of Faith, and you defend yourself with the Sword of the Spirit. But when it comes to the warfare of the heart I seem to have been left without a stick or a stone.

I am continually blind-sided by the hope of the forever after and the realization of false expectations. I am caught off guard by the ambiguity of emotions and even more so by the fear of fatality. It seems that no matter how quickly or how slowly this road is embarked upon the end result still remains in a sea of loneliness on the brink of desperation.

But despite all of the battles forfeited in the midst of confrontation; and regardless of the inherit struggles that I am bound to face, I still find myself longing…no, yearning for the chance to participate in such a ruthless and callous undertaking. Love saves no hearts and takes no prisoners. It is one of the world’s rarest purities and as such it leaves the deepest scars. In spite of all of this, I have made a conscious decision to brave even the cruelest of punishments: Staying open to love and continuing to do so until my longing is satisfied.