photo credit – H.Ou
What is this obsession with love?
Maybe the harder question is, why love?
I am trying to write a post about love, and for some reason, I’m finding difficulty in doing so. Why? I don’t know. It shouldn’t. The feeling of loving someone, this vibrating essence, has been hard to contain into words. I wonder how poets do it – finding that exact composition that sings to your heart in that flash of, “I know what that feels like! You get it!” My best attempt at it is acknowledging how impossible it is to do.
But, I am the type of person to at least try, describing something that is beyond words.
Love is wanting to be a better person for yourself so you may earn the love you yearn for. It’s patching the scraps on your knees so that you can go running again. It’s when tears of sadness can immediately change to happiness, and your fights can be laughed about seconds after. It’s knowing that you’ve messed up in so many ways possible, and never want to hurt the other person again. It’s feeling that you’re just good enough, when all you see in them in awe. It’s knowing that all you want sometimes is the other person to just hold your hand. It is wondering how someone is, letting it fill your every thought, and not minding it at all. Both reckless and mature.
Love is knowing when you think about your lives together, you want to fast-forward and have time stop at the same time.
But WHY love?
Because, it’s knowing that in this tortuous path in life, you may not have to go through it alone, that having two candles to light your path shows more illumination. Like the Ikea do-it-yourself manual, it’s doable with one, but easier with two. And soon you wonder how you ever it did alone before.
It is because doing so truthfully and respectfully should only make you a better person for yourself, and thus, for yourselves.
Hopefully that was a decent attempt at an impossible task…
