What Is Love?
My phone’s sound is always on. Always set on the loudest setting. I want to make sure I don’t miss your call. I want to respond to your text fast enough that you don’t think I’m too busy for you. I am never too busy for you.
What Is Love?
My hand never seems to be still. Always shaking. Always trying to become comfortable in my lap or on my desk. Clasped with your hand, fingers interlaced. I have never been more comfortable.
What Is Love?
I used to stutter. Words clogged my mouth like a child’s toy in the toilet. Words never belonged to me. But never did I stutter when I said those words. They didn’t belong to me either. They belonged to you.
What Is Love?
My mind is cradled in a manger. It floats high above the clouds. Often, I am told being so far from reality- from the truth of the world- will get me killed. I now know what they meant.
What Is Love?
You were never one for flying. You loved the ground too much- loved reality too much. But you loved the way I flew. Loved the way I refused to stay grounded for long. We thought we could make it. Me, the idealist, and You, the realist.
We Were Wrong.
I find this funny because the Buddhists say that when you are in love, you are neither nervous nor overly confident. They say that you find perfect stillness, happiness. A balance in the world and all is right.
I also feel like two people can’t be together without balance, whether it be from ideals, views, or just mental states. Everyone needs the yin to their yang. Sometimes it just doesn’t happen that way.
I really like this. You talk about how all of the little social anxieties that you typically have go away when you’re with the person that you’re in love with. I agree, and I think you did a good job of illustrating this.