I have had the pleasure (no pun intended) of reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" over the past 3 days. It was everything I was told it would be. It had me laughing, guessing, hoping... and of course it goes without saying... if you know this book is written for a mature audience. What was unexpected was the beginning of the second book. The tears that welled up in my eyes. Without going into detail in fear of spoiling this amazingly written novel, I must say it has gotten me thinking about love. Think of Edward and Bella. That unconditional, heart racing, passionate, could not imagine your life without them kind of love. The love that spins you into a world of your own where nobody else exists ... all consuming, never ending, true love. Is that not what every girl dreams of, hopes for, and deserves? I have often wondered if love is enough. In different points of my life, I have hoped and prayed that it would be, and other times, it has proven not to be. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I would like to go forward in my life believing that love really is enough. Love can do crazy things... it can make you move across the country if means never having to be a day without that special someone. The love of someone special can heal a broken heart, even if that special person was the one who broke it. It can make you hold on for years and years of waiting knowing that in the end, you get to have your happy ever after. True love can make you change your entire life, sometimes even what you believe in order to spend all your days to come with that person. I feel like this Christian Grey... this man that only exists on the pages of this book has opened my eyes to the love that I miss, to the love that I cannot wait to find again.
