Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz (edited to be secular)
What great gravity is this that drew my heart toward yours? What great force collapsed my orbit, my lonesome state? What is this that wants in me the want in you? Don’t we go at each other with yielded eyes, with cumbered hands and feet, with clunky tongues? This deed is unattainable! We cannot know each other!
I am quitting this thing, but not what you think. I am not going away.
I will give you this, my love, and I will not bargain or barter any longer. I will love you, as sure as you have loved me. I will discover what I can discover and though you remain a mystery, save your own knowledge, what I disclose of you I will keep in my warmest chamber of my heart, the very chamber where love has stowed herself in me. And I will do this to my death, and to death it may bring me.
I will love you like nothing else. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will wear thin its time before I am ended at this alter of dying and dying again.
You risked yourself on me. I will risk myself on you. And together, we will learn to love, and perhaps then, and only then, understand this gravity that drew love, unto us.