Love and everything about it
To love is to dive in to every little thing in the world that makes you feel things.
It could be the simplest things: how you say hello, how you hear a good bye. The way someone waves their hands at you along with the sweetest smile that makes you melt like a cheese in a microwave, or how they wipe your tears off your cheek in a midnight break-up scene. It could also be the genuine question of whether you’ve had your lunch, or maybe a call to remind you to have a glass of water. The way they open the door for you, or even closing it after you. How they tell you about how nice their morning is, or maybe telling you to take care in the middle of a gloomy weather. Love can slip in every moment like that, whether you’re aware or completely oblivious about it.
But, it’s rather complicated, at times. Love can appear in the middle of a conversation; how someone confesses on their knees with a rose on a Valentine’s day and then you have to push an answer, or the way they pinch your nose bridge in the middle of long chatters and you don’t know what it means. It could be verbal, it could be not. It could be understandable, but at times it is not. People who love you might want to fight and die for you just so they could be by your side, but people who love you might also choose to let you be with someone else if it means you could be happier. It could be a bucket of daisies or peonies, a field of sunflowers or Keukenhof’s tulips. It’s when their eyes meet yours, or maybe when their strands of hair look golden under the sun. It’s maybe their gentle presence that makes your heart skip a beat, but it could also be their gauchy appearance that pulls it off. Such an arrogant elegance could make you fall, too.
To understand it would feel like snapping a finger. You just know, no rules.
But love, oh, love. The word ‘love’ is put side by side with pain and loss. You put your life in danger the moment you step closer into falling. You set yourself vulnerable the moment you spell ‘I love you’ in a soft whisper from your lips. You’ve got to be ready for numerous reasons of pain, the same amount you expect happiness from living a life with somebody else. A gaze, a word, a slightest gesture, the moment they caress your cheek and be a witness of your tears, a fight, an argument talk, another fight, more fights. To love is to discover every smallest hole you might think didn’t exist. You will need to decide whether to keep the hole open, or to fill it in, or to cover it up with something. It is not perfect, and it will never be. But that’s how it is, love is a realist. The way they possess more imperfections is a translation to how genuine it is possibly be.
Love is good, and love is bad. But one thing for sure, love is real and always valid. When your heart tells you that it is love you’re feeling, believe it. It’s true.
It never lies.
