Let’s talk about Love .

Sat on a park bench. Watched as lovers stroll on by. Love was in the air . Would have been the start of this piece if I actually was a writer for some cheesy teen movie or romance novel, sadly in reality the ugly bits make for the best stories when it comes to love. What is Love? Billions of us inhabiting this planet just a few million maybe have it. Deducting all the circumstances they had to go through to even possess it. Now, I myself inhabit this planet, days on Earth have been riveting and revolting. Its like if the earth spins on its axis so does man; his axis being a pump-box called a heart. Now, before you shoot this down as a jilted, jaded person’s ramblings well continue to read before you term it so. One is far from it, just curiously a romantic.

Coming back to love, that even had a ring to it. Love, as children the only remnants we saw of it came from parents, family, friends even the dog or cat. A boy’s hamster was even his best love. Then the dreaded stage of puberty hits. Like a rocket packing not only zits and hormones it also carried with it pheromones and BOOM it was a crash and burn situation. Social awkwardness, social popularity, loners the entire community suffered its aftermath. But the effect was somewhat gratifying. The sexes began to realized what they wanted. That “pump-box” was somehow pumping signals to the brain that it needed something more. The body was now electrically charged. All it took was a spark called Love. Love comes in variances. Nowadays, its the most loosely used term ever. Loving your shoes actually has some bearing. The way the world now functions is where novels are bombarded with sex, lust and lies. Far be it that romance is the crux. Yet, its become so distorted. The ugly facts become now THE facts.

Is this Love? Am not sure one qualifies to give a definite answer as pointed, we all have such “variant” definitions to what it is. So am going to go with what my “pump-box” tells me. Love is simple. Its the easiest thing there is. When you just put it on paper. Its messy,complicated,tumultuous at times horrific. Yet, if one has to find it again, one would dive without a harness. Many will have their take on it. Some will always have it. Some meet, stay and lose it. Some never get the chance to know it. Love, is that emotion that fuels you and drains you. It lifts you and cuts you down. Songs of forever are sung and then is cut short at second verse. Its unpredictable. Its magical. Sometimes atomic. Sometimes its just invisible. Love comes in shapes and forms, colors and prisms. One has it at 16 the other at 60.

Love… Stephen Chbosky wrote,”We accept the love we think we deserve.” Maybe that is one of the “perks” that man lives with. But there is also Marilyn Monroe that probably sums up the reality of what love is. She said, “I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

With love maybe it is the variance of patience and trust…and also its more of the ugly bits that make up the rainbow. But if one does find it, see it, possess it, nurture it. Stems need care to bloom just depends on how long its worth waiting for.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ~ Dr. Seuss

Love N.

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