What is Love? I hadn’t really thought about
it in a long time. Then, just the other day, as I was driving home from work I
was listening to a talk show on the radio where the discussion was around
emotions and people can feel / not feel them. It was quite an interesting one.
Hearing this discussion kind of sent me down memory lane to think about my own
My earliest introduction to love was
probably when I was around 11 – 12 years, thanks to the few romantic comedies I
was allowed to watch; or perhaps even younger because of Fairy Tales (where all
stories have a happy ending) Oh! They filled my head with a lot of fanciful
ideas about love.. I guess, I was more in love with the idea of falling in love
than realising the implications it came with.
As I grew up, multiple heart breaks later,
somewhere my faith and ideas started wavering before they flickered off fully;
to the extent I wasn’t even sure I felt anything anymore. Then, things changed
again after I met my husband!
In the last four years I found out it is
possible for a person with a whole heart to heal a person with a cracked heart.
The process may be slightly slow, but happen, it does. To me, love has taken a
new meaning now. I have begun to believe that it is not a single emotion, but,
a tangled web of many emotions. Or rather, if I may put it like that, it stirs
up a lot of emotions in you.
Joy – when you are together
Sadness – the time you spend apart on
Pure joy – meeting after ages
Anger – sometimes driving the other person
mad is also a part of the package (a.k.a. quirks / other mechanisms)
Wonder – that you are capable of being
unconditionally loved by somebody, while not realising that you deserve it
It is liberating, being with him, for I can
be myself; do the silly things that I want to do, tell him something I did even
though that may not have been the brightest / smartest thing I have done…
nothing beats looking into those deep brown eyes. I could go on doing it for
hours together! The touch of his hands still give me goose bumps.
As much as we are used to it, staying apart
is painful every single time. It feels like the better part of you is missing.
It’s like a hollow shadow is following you around. When we do end up getting
back home together, it’s quite the party 😉
As is typical of him, when he’s at home, I
am getting a lot of love in the form of gentle intermittent prodding to see if
I am done or just some itty bitty information on what happened during the day.
I love it, the sound of his voice, the way he smells, even his imperfections
So, in my opinion, I feel love is a vast
ocean of emotions and expressions that cannot be defined. It can only be felt!
Now that I am used to it, I would never trade it for anything else; for this is
what reminds me that I have a heart, one that is beating. Sometimes, the only
trigger you need is a person to tell or show you you can be loved, and I cannot
think of any emotion right now that could be stronger than this one!
Till next time, cheers!