Your grandpa would tell you to let it be the last thing that happens to you- falling in love. It changes you in ways that people have spent centuries trying to articulate, and no one is ever ready for that kind of history lesson. He would tell you that falling in love means changing. Love will begin to chase away fears that have scared your spirit into hiding and shrinking, and as those fears leave, you will realize, you really do know how to sing. You do know how to stand. Because with every time they tell you, “I believe in you,” you become a little braver, a little bolder. Then one day you find yourself standing on a stage sharing secrets about painting roses red in front of hundreds of people. You will see him in the audience, and want to curse him for getting you up on that damn stage, but you’ll want to kiss him even more.
Your grandpa would tell you to let it be the last thing that happens to you- falling in love. “It’s a lot of fighting,” he would say. “But not in the way most people think. One day you will see that while the world told you that you’d be fighting with your someone, you’re actually fighting yourself. You’re fighting selfishness and comfort in isolation and independence. But it’s worth it,“ he says with heart lumps in his throat. “The fight opens your eyes to a kind of beauty that is God’s secret gift to man, one that allows you to see the empty tomb only after you’ve seen the scars that took you there in the first place.