Real love.
The kind of love that weeps and yearns and overwhelms. The love that washes over you like the tide, crashing and soaking and slipping and moving and refreshing. That flows seamlessly into your heart and fills you to overflowing. The kind of love that can only be described as divinely ordained. Oh, how stunning, how spectacular, how utterly incredible this love can be.
I once thought I had love. That I knew what love was. That it was nice, and sweet, and lovely. That it meant long quiet evenings of spending time together, even though we had nothing in common, and someone to say goodnight and good morning to, and then go on with your day. That it meant making it work, even when it was hard, and choosing to stay together, even when it didn't quite seem right anymore. I was wrong. So very, very wrong.
Yes, that was love, but it was a different kind of love. The love between longtime friends, almost like siblings. A tolerant love. But true love should not be built on tolerance. On "making it work" and hiding in your own separate corners and smiling politely from across the room.
Love is not polite. It's messy and loud and rooted not in smiles and conversation, but in souls and stars and the ebb and flow of passion beyond words. It lives in the realm where words cease to be more than sounds and pictures, where communication is achieved through some mutual language of the soul, incomprehensible by human consciousness, but clearer than crystal to that deep, hidden part of you that only the soul can find. It is the most glorious experience available to humankind, and it is unique to humanity. It's when the very fibers of your being tie and weave into the fibers of another, so that no matter wher you are, some part of you is left with them, and some part of them is always with you. Irrevocably connected. Forever and ever and longer.
My mother has always teased me that I have eternity in my heart. I'm often late, and easily lose track of time. We joke that I run on some cosmic time, which doesn't align with human time. I exist in a state of eternity.
Now, suddenly, I've found someone to share that eternity with. Someone else with eternity in his heart, to lose time with and enjoy each other's company - not just tolerate it. Eternity has never seemed so... Short. As if it's not enough time for us. As you may know, I'm a child at heart, and one of my favorite movies is Winnie the Pooh. A quote comes to mind, when I think of this love. "Forever isn't long at all,
when I'm with you." When the world says "forever" it's a very long time, implying almost an impatience, a desolate wasteland of neverending time. But when we say forever, it isn't long enough. "Forever could never be long enough for me to feel like I've had long enough with you," as the song says.*
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It's an incredible feeling. One that can't be described. I implore you, if you haven't found a love like this, do not settle for tolerable love. Hold out for that incredible, passionate, inexplicable, eternity defying love. It is well worth it. More than you can imagine.
- Happy Hippie Herbivore
*Marry Me, by Train.
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