Sunday, February 21, 2010

the horror and the joy


I intended to post this closer to Valentine's Day, but things rarely work out the way we anticipate they will, do they?

I apply the term “being in love” differently than most people do.  I love a lot of people, but I think that being in love is something deeper and stronger and isn’t necessarily romantic.  To me, being in love means that you would give anything and do anything for another person.

There have been moments in my life that I have been so overwhelmed with my love for someone that there’s really no way to even express it.  There’s nothing the explicitly depicts or describes or defines true, deep, love.  We have taken the love out of so many things that it’s difficult to even know where it is anymore.  What is love?  You can have sex without love, you can get married without love, you can have children without love…and even if you do all of these things with love there’s no guarantee that that love will remain.  So how can we trust it, how can we know it’s there?  Words and actions and legal documents aren’t the answer.  People lie, people cheat, people make mistakes and do all kinds of things that make anything they say or do an unreliable way of knowing.
So where is it?  Where’s love?  Because it is most assuredly there.

Love is in all the secret, quiet moments.  It’s the things that only you see or feel or notice.  It’s the look in someone’s eyes or the way they touch you.  It’s in a hug or a kiss or a smile.  There’s a connection being made.  It’s secret and it’s silent but it’s very real.  If you think you felt it or saw it or heard it then you probably did.  Trust your instincts.  Love is so much simpler than tv and music and movies want us to believe it is.  It’s easy to love and if you open yourself up to it, it’s easy to be loved.

The moment your heart breaks is the moment you realize how deeply and honestly you loved.  The moment your heart breaks is the moment you feel the impact of giving yourself over to it.  It’s impossible to really know or understand your love until your heart is broken.  It doesn’t matter who the love is for or how your heart was broken.  The point is that it’s not really real until you feel your heart breaking.  When someone stops loving you this doesn’t make your love any less real or valid.  In my experience I’ve found that when someone stops loving you it really has no effect on your love for them at all. 


And when that love is gone, hold on to those moments.  You know what they are.  You don’t have to explain to anyone else why they are important or significant.  They are yours and they are special.  Even if the love has died and the person is no longer a part of your life, the past still remains.  The love you felt then is still apart of you.  Those moments are still special and important and it’s ok to hold onto them.  It’s good to remember that we have been loved.


When I look back it’s sometimes hard to see the love that’s been in my life.  Someone may say they love you then a while down the road tell you that they never meant it.  Is that the truth?  It might be, but it probably isn’t.   You could see it then, one sentence doesn’t erase all the love you’ve been seeing and feeling and hearing.  You know what’s true.  Remember those moments.  Those sweet, secret moments, love was there.

"Love actually is, all around"- Love Actually

with love,
amanda


ps. I know that this was long and kind of scattered, so if you made it to the end, thank you!

1 comment:

  1. love is like religion. sometimes you just have to believe in the small things and take a leap of faith that all the big things will fall into place. marriage and kids are just material ways to show everyone else what you two already know. unfortunately the sanctity of marriage has been tarnished by people who get married for all the wrong reasons. it is a dismal way to look at it, but a few bad apples really have ruined the whole bunch. by the way, next time can you do me a favor and check your grammar and spelling? "apart" is not the same as "a part" :)

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