i eavesdrop

sometimes i try to analyze love. God's love for us, Chad's love for me, my parents' love, and more. right now, sitting in starbucks, there is a woman speaking to a man about her love. she doesn't know it, but i'm analyzing her. she's fretting over the romantic love she has fallen into at this moment in time and whether or not the man returns her love and the timing of his choice, if at all, to marry her. to be honest, it is quite humorous. part of me feels guilty for eavesdropping and then part of me wonders why she would talk so openly about it in starbucks. she keeps telling the man in front of her that if this opportunity with her current beau falls to pieces, she does not know what she will do. the poor woman. i used to be her. 

i used to rest all of my happiness, security, faith and hope in things of this world: men, money, alcohol, success, my ego, really sickening things when looking back on them. then, when all would fall apart, as things of this world are guaranteed to do, i fell apart. now that i know true happiness, security, faith, and hope, i wonder how i could have ever been so lost. i guess that is what light does; it reveals what we are truly afraid of while masked in darkness. the truth, when known, sets us free of our fears. should i tell her that true love exists and if she allows it to penetrate her heart, she is already someone's bride?