During these past few days I've barely thought of anything other than love. What does love mean to me? Does it mean what it should to me?
People throw around the word "love" so easily. I understand that there are many types of love, but is love the correct word for all of these "loves"?
I've been desperately trying to figure out what love is because the idea of love is too huge to wrap my heaed around. It's invisible and something I can't physically change, so it scares me. I visualize love as an ocean current pulling me under, and the waves rush over me too quickly for me to breathe. Love is uncontrollable. If I could understand love's power more, then possibly I could have more of that control.
I love my parents, but each in a completely different way. I love my sister, but am crazy about keeping her safe and end up smothering her. I love my family members and my friends, but I express it in varied ways. I don't think it's socially acceptable to tell my male friends that I love them, but I tell most of my female friends before each time I hang up the phone. I love my husband, but it's more of a irrational type of love. He drives me absolutely nuts, but I hate being without him. I love my son for more reasons than I could ever understand. My love for him is endless.
My husband is teaching me how to cook, so tonight we made beef and broccoli Chinese food. He tells me to open the wine because it's the most important part. I love his jokes. The meal was amazing and I had the perfect company. I love when we work things out together.
Perhaps love is a thing best undefined. Love is in no way logical or rational, why try to make it that way? I think love is about going with the feeling and flow of the emotion instead of trying to wrap my brain around it.
ReplyDeleteunderstanding love more could grant me control over my emotions. love makes me feel helpless, like i have no control over myself. I hate that.
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