Sometimes I can't help but think in verse...

A Midnight Conversation Between Sisters
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Love, she tells me, I'm not sure what it means.
If I don't know what it is,
how can I do it?
And it's too soon,
how can I know if we're meant
always to be together.
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I don't know if it's love, she says.
It feels more like "like."
My stomach flips over
and I feel giddy.
I'm not sure if I'm thinking straight.
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And shouldn't love be more than just feeling?
Shouldn't it be deeper,
longer-lasting,
not just sweet and sugary?
Will it still feel like this ten years from now,
or one,
or even twenty minutes?
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What if it's all a grand mistake?
What if he's not the one?
Where will it end?
Will I like where it takes me?
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And what of my heart?
How can I protect it?
Should I?
And do I want to?
But how much must I let him in
simply to give it a fighting chance?
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Oh my dear, I sigh,
so many questions in your young heart.
I can't offer so many answers--
I'm not sure they exist,
and you must seek them for yourself.
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But I'm glad, I think,
that you're asking questions,
that you're more than a bit suspicious
of butterflies and romance
and all the nice feelings.
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I hope you always keep a bit of that uncertainty.
And that you always welcome your head to the conversation
alongside your heart.
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But don't dismiss it too quickly.
It's not, yet, love, you say,
this attraction
and enjoyment and ease.
I know, you're right.
Love takes time,
and it's often difficult,
and it doesn't always feel so good.
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Sacrifice, and trust, and perseverance.
Sometimes the strongest decision
is the hardest one to make.
And maybe it will hurt,
and certainly you'll have to fight for it.
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But that's love,
and you're not there yet.
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Liking is okay, too.
In fact, I think it's good.
Enjoy these moments--
smile when you think of him,
feel at ease in his presence,
let him compliment you,
and delight in every sweet moment.
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Set aside the bigger questions,
at least for today.
They'll still be around to ponder next week
--or next year.
Perhaps you'll never find the answers.
Perhaps love doesn't need absolute guarantees.
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It will all come together in time.
Maybe.
Just remember,
always invite your head to the conversation,
alongside your heart.