I must admit every time I read it, think it, or say it, I get that light flutter right in the middle of my chest. I love it, its uplifting and warm and the sensation travels to all my extremities.
No matter how many failed relationships, heartbreaks and woes, I cannot help myself. I am in love with love.
As a result of my being enamored with the state of being, the sensation, and the thrill of being in love, I have decided to dedicate this post.
Now some might think, "OK, just the other day you posted about heartbreak."
Yes, mi amigos, I definitely did.
I posted it because despite the bitterness of heartbreak it is still something I can see as a positive. All the weeping and down moments of the roller coaster that is and can be romance, is just what makes being human and being in love such a delicious and exquisite experience, it is truly one of the greatest gifts.
Now of course when it comes to a post about LOVE, some will bring up that there are all types of love.
There's familial love, "puppy" love (like the kind you actually have for a pet), puppy love (like the kind you have for a high school boyfriend/girlfriend) self-love, love of a friend, love of a fellow human being.
I am simply dedicating this particular post to romantic love, but, truth be told I am in love with LOVE in all forms.
I love my evening cuddles with my dog. I love giving a stranger a smile on the street and telling them to have a good day. I love giving my son hugs and a thousand kisses all over his face, I love singing to him and with him before he goes to sleep. I love my best friend, who, even when we are fighting, still talks like its just another run-of-the-mill conversation, and still will be seen in public with me at my worst. Seriously, that woman has seen every tear, every laugh, every wrinkle in my forehead from worry. I love her. I love me, not in a narcissistic way of course. I love the person I have become and I love where I am going.
Love is the ultimate gift you can give to yourself and another person...but all too often we hold that love back, sometimes even from ourselves. What kind of sense does that make? Holding love back from yourself? None, but still many do it anyways.
At this point, I will pull back from my little tangent. Yes, there are all forms, but this post is about the romantic kind. I, a person of many a failed relationship -- and many a failed attempt I might add -- still can't help from tripping right on into the stuff like a deep pond found along the trail of life. I come across the body of water, unexpectedly, test the water with a toe and due to my well-known clumsiness fall right on in...oh well.
To clarify the metaphor, when I say unexpectedly...I really mean it. I am literally so obtuse that unless someone is constantly beating me over the head with "I like ya, woman!" I will not have even the slightest clue. It always comes up later, like I'll mention an old crush and they'll say, oh I wish you had said something, totally liked you. Well, what good does that do me now? Absolutely none!
So once that is not an issue and I literally have someone letting me know just exactly, IN PLAIN FRIGGIN' ENGLISH, how they feel, the fun finally begins.
When I say I'm a hopeless romantic, I really am. I love morning kisses. You know the ones. When you wake up in the morning, cuddled up face to face with your significant other. You snuggle in just a little closer, not sure if they're awake yet. You touch noses, sometimes do an Eskimo kiss or two, and then lips meet, warm, soft, reciprocated. LOVE IT. I could work off the high of a morning kiss for a good week!
I love cuddles, no big surprise there. I'm not talking about the ones that happen as you're going to sleep (though I do love those too!) I'm talking about the sitting in the living room while watching a movie kind. When I say movie, I mean the one you both love watching be it comedy, scifi, or horror. The kind of cuddle that says, I'm finally so comfortable with this person, like they fit me. I could fall asleep in that position on the couch and be perfectly content.
Another thing I love, are those really romantic moments that one only expects to see in movies, never in real life. Like a kiss in the rain, and no not the light spring shower, I mean full blown monsoon rain. Gotta say, out of the memories I've had, one that sticks out is that kiss in the rain. Another, which is a bit more recent, was dancing on the boardwalk in old town. The moon was out, we didn't have any music so he asked me to sing. I sang Billie Holiday "The Very Thought of You". Seemed like the right choice and it was the first to come to mind. It was cute, and both memories will stay with me forever.
I may end up being one of those old spinsters, I may even remarry again, who knows, but regardless of my romantic fate, love has given me so many magical moments, some that made me cry, some that made me incredibly happy, some that made me sing, some that made me dance, some that made me paint, and one in particular that gave me the love of my life: My beautiful son.
I will conclude with two quote that always come to mind when I think about today's subject:
"All I want is someone who will stay no matter how hard it is to be with me." -Unknown
"The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread." - Mother Teresa
Its a gift that should be freely given, in my opinion, no matter what the perceived obstacles.
What are your thoughts on the subject? Feel free to share!
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