Many people take the opportunity to be loved for granted while another group of many believe it to be amazing. I also think it is really awesome; I mean the knowledge that someone loves you, loves everything about you and all that is you. The assurance that you are loved even in the midst of your very perfect imperfections, your unstableness and that less than beautiful side is just plain astounding.
I think it is beautiful when you can look in your life and find love directed at you alone in someone’s eyes. There’s your mother’s love which she shows you even when you didn’t listen and bruised your knee. Or the type your sibling shows because they are pissed at you enough to show you again. There’s the type you find in that friend that you have because they see that without your person the crew just can’t be.
But the opportunity to love someone else, I think is another wonder of our world. Agree with me or not, I think loving outside of you is fulfilling. You love that parent even after all the fights and no’s and misunderstandings. How you love a child that just won’t get it or grow up, but it still somehow feels right to love him. The way you can love your siblings to pieces, and I mean that, pieces, because there are times you tried to tear each other to shreds. It even feels good to love your hairy naughty little dog, and your dismantling barely functional car. It’s just right.
However, there is one love that just plain shocks me out of this world; the way you love one other significant person. This love is different than the rest. You love this person so much that you are legally in lust with them. At first it seemed that the container was all that there was to be loved, I mean the way he moved and could smile at you, make you laugh, and start a butterfly riot on your insides.
Then amazingly, it’s not just the container it’s her mind, the way she speaks the truth and tries to learn something new. You love the way her hair covers her head, how she blinks in the sun, and tilts her head in thought. You just love her, not just for these things but for much more.
There is more to write, but since I understand that the amazement and beauty you feel from loving someone and everything about the person is unwordable I’ll tell you one last thing:
The best thing that ever happened to me is that I love you. I love so much that my spirit holds you close. So much that I want to cover you from the rain, shield you from the sun, protect you from the wind and love you through your pain.
It is wonderful that I love you this much; hence I pour all my love into my eyes, so when you look at them you see a love that holds every type of love ever directed at you.
I love you so much that when you are around my feet curl in my shoes, when you look at me my neck grows more sensitive hairs. O and when you smile, when you smile at me, my lungs stop to hear my heart scream out in love.
I love that I can and that I do love you. My heart loves you down to the blood she pumps. My soul loves you because you complete my previous wholeness. My body loves you because that’s the only way I get to see you, touch you and show you.
But I love you, and that is the most precious gift to my world. The opportunity to love you, someone outside of me.
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