We hear all this and that about L O V E … I mean do we really know what this is?? I hear it’s an action, a belief, a feeling, a way of life, a way out of hell, a home. Life itself, this “love thing”, is a continuous expedition. A search and rescue to discover the home where your heart is.
Romantic love is the stuff of songs and emo poets who bleed tears on their laptops til they finally self flagellate themselves to sleep. Can’t live without you … Can’t breathe … Need you … Want you … won’t be complete without you. Really??? I mean really. Seriously? That’s the crushin, the lustin, the get your groove on-in and out, and out and in. I can go to the closest slushie machine at the local stop n shop and find a boy to crush on (well maybe not .. eww .. but you get the idea).
That can fade. Melt away. Hopefully to return, in a kindler and gentler form someday. That’s when the eye begins to wander again, the scratch that needs a itchin’ comes back to play. The unreal, the fantasy, the great lie. The knight in shining armor who has no halitosis, an eight inch girthy _______ (fill in the blank there are children on here), never hawks other hot chicks, and certainly ALWAYS sleeps in the wet spot.
Diggin the real kinda lovin’. The no matter what, I’m on your side kinda love. Let’s just “be” and chill and not have to say a word. The one you can wear no makeup around. Thinks your sexy in your pink fluffy robe, kind. Your soft place to land, friend when it counts, instigator when it counts more. The type that makes you wanna be a better you. First person you call, good news or not so. Irritates the hell outta ya, but chuckle nonetheless and tell all your friends what a freakin adorable dork you’re with. Comfortable silences and knowing glances. Body language says everything, no verbals required.
Loving someone is being the best you … you can possibly be. Stick-to-itiveness to me, stick to me ness, just stick. Stay. Be around. What I give my attention to flourishes like fertilizer to the big red muscle in the chest. Do what you say. THAT’s love. Mean what you say is even lovelier.
Verb, noun, adjective, fukkin dangling participle. Just do it. Feel it. BE IT. Love.
I always wondered what the opposite sex (just generalizing), thought about love and relationships. Thanks for your thoughts and desires. Makes me feel like I’m doing the right thing for the right reason with my girlfriend. I absolutely adore my girl whether she’s dressed to kill, or just wearing that pink shabby robe (still, dressed to kill). She’s asked before why I love her and I’ve come up with many answers. I believe the one that fits most though is because she loves me. We have that unspoken word of love that passes between us with just a glance at the right time, when needed and when desired. We are comfortable in the company of one another in those moments of “uncomfortable silence”. Right, wrong or indifferent, I’m on her side, beside her as she is beside me. Granted, it takes work sometimes to love and to be loveable, but so worth the effort. As I continue to love myself I am able to continue loving my girlfriend. What are the depths of love? I believe they are without limits. Only I can place limits on the amount of love I both share and receive, and it is then that I receive grace.