Out

I was sitting in a coffee shop tonight with a friend.
She is madly in love with her once best friend.
Who is dating her friend.
And she said this,
"We haven't been friends for months now. I gave him up. But every time I see him, I know what he's thinking."
The simple question that she has now, is if he loves her as much as she can't get over him.

I started daydreaming and thought of this monologue.

"I have seen so many people fall into love and then fall out of it. What's that about? How can you so easily fling yourself around and not feel. It would be so clumsy to fall in, and so broken to fall out. Despite this, I am certain that personally my love would fall out; I want a love that is out. I want it to be out of this world - out of the ballpark - out of town. I want this love to make me out of my mind. I want to walk out of this door and out into the open and out of every fear I've ever had. I will one day walk to you. Out of this place of hell I've been living in. I want to be free with you. I want a love that is out and will take me there. Willingly crazy, every moment hopeful."

I think that love can be out. I think that love can take us somewhere new.