My friend called the other day and at one point said, and I quote “that despicable word love”. WHAT? WHY? Not sure I understand why we add so much meaning to this poor little word. “Love means you don’t have to say you’re sorry…” Love means we have reached a level of intimacy that changes things between us? What? We cleanly and easily love children, but for each other – couples – we have only doubt, hesitation and fear. We don’t want to go there…the dreaded “L” word.
We tip our toe into the “love” pool, all the while hoping and wishing that it washes over us and inundates us with ecstasy and sublime pleasure. Will love come at us? Will we trip over it in the street? This is what I say: You can have love if you dive in, and you know it when it is happening – because there is this emotional feeling of a kind-of-free-falling. However, you can only keep love if you get off of the weighted object of your beliefs about love. Loving someone doesn’t mean that your relationship must change, it doesn’t mean that you have to be different. Love means – a profoundly, tender, passionate affection for another person. There is nothing in the dictionary that says you have to change your life or your relationship.
Truly, love is NOT a despicable word, it is, in fact, what it is. Love is a word that describes how people feel about each other and it does not respect what we believe about it, because, after all, it is an emotional response to closeness and intimacy. So, love will not wait until you THINK it should be, nor will it wait until your world is perfect, it just happens. I think that is a very good thing, because some people would just think it away and never actually feel it…
