Love
Such a simple word seems so meager when using it to describe how I feel. Some people believe that love is this complex emotion. It includes this and that. It is dependant on these and those. I say that’s wrong. I think that love is the purest and simplest emotion in the world. The easiest thing I have ever done is love you.
Is it easy being with you? Not always. Is the situation complicated? Of course it is. But how I feel is as natural as rubbing my eyes when I wake up in the morning. It’s as easy as breathing. It’s as simple as holding your hand.
I search for opportunities to be close to you. I crave the smell of our skin filling my head. My life is segmented into the time I am lucky enough to spend with you. Time away from you is spent preparing for the next time I get to be with you. To me there is nothing simpler.
Even so, it seems to fall horribly short of what I mean. I try to take the purest and simplest emotion known to man and express it in my fallible words. My words have seldom failed me, but they don’t even come close this time. A clever woman once said that “talking about love is like dancing about architecture… but it ain't gonna stop me from trying.” I agree impossible proportions with that. Trying to tell you what or how or why I feel will only leave me feeling inadequate but it won’t stop me from trying.
When I tell you you are amazing it makes me feel amazing. When I tell you you are talented it makes me feel talented. I feel like I am living vicariously through myself and you are to thank.
You are my fantasy finally realized. You are my dream come true. You are years of desire and love condensed into barely a moment of intense emotion and every instant with you is that moment repeated a million times. You are an intense chemical reaction that leaves me giddy.
You are impossible math. If I tried to compute you I would get ERROR every time.
You happen to me and all I can do is hold on tooth on nail. Letting go is not an option. Life without you is drab and devoid of interest.
Maybe that’s what love is: realizing that you are part of something larger, and identifying that something larger when you find it. I knew when I found you that you are and always will be that for me.
Together we make sense, our math is perfect. But apart we are undefined. Together we are the dream made real. Apart we are fantasy. Together we harmonize. Apart we create dissonance. Together is home. Apart is…apart isn’t.
All the words on this page, don’t really get me any closer to the infinity of my emotion for you than the four letters we started with, “but it ain’t gonna stop me from trying”.
Is it easy being with you? Not always. Is the situation complicated? Of course it is. But how I feel is as natural as rubbing my eyes when I wake up in the morning. It’s as easy as breathing. It’s as simple as holding your hand.
I search for opportunities to be close to you. I crave the smell of our skin filling my head. My life is segmented into the time I am lucky enough to spend with you. Time away from you is spent preparing for the next time I get to be with you. To me there is nothing simpler.
Even so, it seems to fall horribly short of what I mean. I try to take the purest and simplest emotion known to man and express it in my fallible words. My words have seldom failed me, but they don’t even come close this time. A clever woman once said that “talking about love is like dancing about architecture… but it ain't gonna stop me from trying.” I agree impossible proportions with that. Trying to tell you what or how or why I feel will only leave me feeling inadequate but it won’t stop me from trying.
When I tell you you are amazing it makes me feel amazing. When I tell you you are talented it makes me feel talented. I feel like I am living vicariously through myself and you are to thank.
You are my fantasy finally realized. You are my dream come true. You are years of desire and love condensed into barely a moment of intense emotion and every instant with you is that moment repeated a million times. You are an intense chemical reaction that leaves me giddy.
You are impossible math. If I tried to compute you I would get ERROR every time.
You happen to me and all I can do is hold on tooth on nail. Letting go is not an option. Life without you is drab and devoid of interest.
Maybe that’s what love is: realizing that you are part of something larger, and identifying that something larger when you find it. I knew when I found you that you are and always will be that for me.
Together we make sense, our math is perfect. But apart we are undefined. Together we are the dream made real. Apart we are fantasy. Together we harmonize. Apart we create dissonance. Together is home. Apart is…apart isn’t.
All the words on this page, don’t really get me any closer to the infinity of my emotion for you than the four letters we started with, “but it ain’t gonna stop me from trying”.