I know a few of you who probably had a good laugh at the title of this post. I don't blame you because when could we ever understand love? Completely? Never. It's parts of it that matter, and that's what I'm talking about here.
A few weeks back I posted a status on Facebook. Although this is something I do just about every day, this one wasn't about what I was doing at that moment or regurgitated song lyrics or anything like that. This time, I posted what I was thinking about specifically. It consisted of three sentences containing words that I formed on my own:
"Sometimes you just know. Right from the beginning, you somehow realize that looking into his eyes is the first thing you want to do every morning. You want those eyes to be the last thing you ever see because, once again, you somehow know you'll never feel this way about anyone else."
Let me take a moment to talk about this quote. A lot of people will assume I was referring to my ex, which in a lot of ways is true, but that's only a small part of it. These words, to me, express far more. To me, this describes what love is because sometimes you meet someone who makes you feel like you've never felt before. The prospect of being near them excites you. The slightest of touches can create such a spark that you find yourself catching your breath. This person makes you smile--even if you don't necessarily want to at that moment. Everything suddenly seems to fit into place, and it's true that you'll never feel the same about someone else because that someone else will never be the same person.
Don't worry. I had to rewrite that one and read it over a few times, too. Let me clarify.
If and when that relationship ends, it's not that you'll never find someone else. How many times have we told ourselves that we'll never have another chance at love and then we do? It happens every day, but the truth is, that new love you might just find isn't going to be the same person who left you behind. That being said, it's impossible to feel the same way about a different person, and it's far more complicated than loving someone more or less. It's more like comparing one flavor of Hagen-Daaz to the same flavor of Baskin-Robbins. They are, in essence, the same thing, but they taste...just a little different.
Why? A different recipe, of course. They may use the same basic ingredients, but in different quantities. They'll prepare them different ways. They'll add some ingredients specific to that brand. It's the same concept as love. We, as humans, are constantly changing--even me, and any of you who really know me are aware of how resistant I can be to change. Each person is a different ingredient, too. Your commonalities, personalities, and beliefs will meld together differently with this person than they did with someone who came before. I just wish I'd realized that sooner rather than later.
So, have I managed to understand everything that love (and life) throws at us? No, and I don't expect that I ever will. That's the joy of life, and what makes it worth living. Until next time...
A few weeks back I posted a status on Facebook. Although this is something I do just about every day, this one wasn't about what I was doing at that moment or regurgitated song lyrics or anything like that. This time, I posted what I was thinking about specifically. It consisted of three sentences containing words that I formed on my own:
"Sometimes you just know. Right from the beginning, you somehow realize that looking into his eyes is the first thing you want to do every morning. You want those eyes to be the last thing you ever see because, once again, you somehow know you'll never feel this way about anyone else."
Let me take a moment to talk about this quote. A lot of people will assume I was referring to my ex, which in a lot of ways is true, but that's only a small part of it. These words, to me, express far more. To me, this describes what love is because sometimes you meet someone who makes you feel like you've never felt before. The prospect of being near them excites you. The slightest of touches can create such a spark that you find yourself catching your breath. This person makes you smile--even if you don't necessarily want to at that moment. Everything suddenly seems to fit into place, and it's true that you'll never feel the same about someone else because that someone else will never be the same person.
Don't worry. I had to rewrite that one and read it over a few times, too. Let me clarify.
If and when that relationship ends, it's not that you'll never find someone else. How many times have we told ourselves that we'll never have another chance at love and then we do? It happens every day, but the truth is, that new love you might just find isn't going to be the same person who left you behind. That being said, it's impossible to feel the same way about a different person, and it's far more complicated than loving someone more or less. It's more like comparing one flavor of Hagen-Daaz to the same flavor of Baskin-Robbins. They are, in essence, the same thing, but they taste...just a little different.
Why? A different recipe, of course. They may use the same basic ingredients, but in different quantities. They'll prepare them different ways. They'll add some ingredients specific to that brand. It's the same concept as love. We, as humans, are constantly changing--even me, and any of you who really know me are aware of how resistant I can be to change. Each person is a different ingredient, too. Your commonalities, personalities, and beliefs will meld together differently with this person than they did with someone who came before. I just wish I'd realized that sooner rather than later.
So, have I managed to understand everything that love (and life) throws at us? No, and I don't expect that I ever will. That's the joy of life, and what makes it worth living. Until next time...
