A friend of mine got himself stuck in a bad situation, between two women. I overheard an argument he had the other day. He said: “Being in love? How is that good? Like telling someone, that he/she has cancer, but not the very bad kind.“
It was like a kick in the teeth.
That kind of despite-
I mean, I’m the first one to understand, and to emphasize with someone going through the hurt dwelling in relations between humans. …But this? I never thought of loving like this. Cancer, my ass!
Don’t get me wrong. I know love is a shapeshifter.
Sometimes it’s a huge waterfall roaring over the edge, and you can’t escape its currents, no matter how hard you struggle.
Sometimes it’s a burning mountain, devouring everything in its way, sucking out the air of your lungs, boiling your eyes.
Sometimes it’s a warm meal, waterproof shoes and a coat.
Sometimes just a “Good morning, how are you today?”.
Sometimes it’s a hand to hold, when you’re in pain…
I have tag called: LOVEISTHEPROBLEM. A quote from Aeon Flux, when asked what she knew. Even if didn’t looked like it – I’ve always admired love and lovers. I’ve always marveled to the changes love caused.
I don’t know how it’s different, from other people in love. But when I am – I start to act weirdly.
Parts of me try to be better. That positive feeling sneaking up behind me, and giving me a hug. I’m try to lose fear. Try to be the best I can be. Because the other one deserves nothing from my fear, anger and frustration.
I try to create a free space for the significant other. A place to come to rest. A place to be true, without expectations, without fear. A place where nothing bad happens, because you and your needs are welcomed. The way you are. A place allowing everything you and your partner are. Fully. Accepted. Embraced. Dealt with. Satisfied. A place without remorse, without shame.
This is what I think of loving.