Lately I've been marveling at the beauty and immensity of Love. I mean real love, not just that stupid mushy feeling teenage girls feel when they look at sparkly vampires.
It seems like it took me over 30 years to really find it and feel it fully...and I must admit, at times it is overwhelming. How do you express to someone something that is so all encompassing that it feels a bit like wading into what you think is a puddle, and finding, as you break the surface gasping, that it's actually a lake.
For me, loving someone is about a lot of things...it's about being mushy, and cutesy and touchy-feely....but it's also about talking about the hard things, and knowing that even though it's tough, you'll come out the other side even closer. It's about a safe place to be yourself totally. It's about loving not just the person, but all the things that that person loves (I'm not saying you suddenly have to start liking to eat lima beans just because that's their favorite food).
Most importantly, I think loving someone is about letting yourself be loved...and deciding you deserve it, and are worthy of the same kind of love you dish out. Unconditional, wild, abandoned, no rules love.
Every day love feels and looks a little different...but every day it's beautiful.
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