Sunday, February 14, 2016

Love is...

An unconditional commitment to an imperfect person.

Always wanting what's best for someone even if that doesn't include you.

When you can't even find the words to describe how you feel about them.

Not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.  No, don't blush, I'm telling you some truths.  That is just being "in love", which any fool can do.  Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

A steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

A decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise.

A feeling that can't be described by any words.

Just a word until you find someone to give it a definition.

Something you become.

When you give them true happiness, even if that means you're not a part of it.

When you accept a person with their failures, stupidities, ugly points, and nonetheless you see perfection in imperfection itself.

Madness.

Like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Being separated and nothing changes.

Compromise.

Having someone who accepts your past, supports your present, loves you and encourages your future.

Makes the ride worthwhile.

A fire.  But whether it's going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Something that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.

Friendship.

Like jumping off a really tall building: your brain tells you it is not a good idea, but your heart tells you, you can fly.

Begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; it cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep n burning everything you touch!  I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!

Patient.  Love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast.  It is not proud, it is not rude.  It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered and keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.

You.


Love is the one thing we spend our entire lives looking for - even when we're determined to spend our lives alone.  We're created, designed and destined to love.  We were never meant to be alone, and never meant to live this journey without someone by our side.  I mean love at it's purest form.  You see glimpses of this love in the most innocent of beings, the most selfless acts and in the subtlest of ways.

A toddler hugs a stranger.  A dog greets his owner after a day at work.  A stranger gives up his seat on the bus to an elderly woman - with a smile.  A woman gives an compliment to a surly looking woman behind the checkout stand.  He decides to spend his holiday with orphans instead of going skiing in the Alps.  He brings his wife a single flower he stole from a garden because he couldn't afford to buy one.  She takes out the trash this time, because he had such a long day at work.  A teenager spends his Saturday morning serving the homeless at a soup kitchen.  She gives her last five dollars to a charity helping out the local fire department instead of getting that cup of coffee.  A father spends the evening playing catch with his kids in the backyard after a long day at work instead of sitting in front of the television.  She visits her parents for dinner - just because it's been awhile.  He stands up to the bully at school when she's picking on someone weaker.  She makes a card for someone in the hospital she barely knows.

Love.

It's not complicated.







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