Love is...
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fab_feb_friends: Today's activity is a simple one - write an entry in your journal starting with "Love is..." Write a sentence or an essay, whatever moves you. Write multiple essays and spam inundate your friends with love. *g*
Love is lots of things. Honesty. Compassion. Patience. Taking the time to truly listen. Consideration of another's feelings. Laughter.
I wrote this several years ago, but I still think it's the best summary I've ever written of what romantic love is like.
Love is...
6:31 AM, roll over, turn off alarm
“H’py Nn’ver’sry.”
Morning-breath kiss somewhere on face.
“Wannuhmf’ck?”
“Mmm... Wann’sleep. Lay’r?”
“Mmm. M’too.”
*****
“Hold my hand, damnit. Act like you love me.”
“I DO love you.”
“I know.”
“See how good I am at acting?”
“Fucker.”
*****
“If you drag me into one more art gallery, I’m going to scream.”
“Ok, no more art. Geez, who knew you hated art so much?”
“Art. Bah! Who needs it. Plus, it’s not like we could ever afford anything.”
“And it’s all ugly.”
“Yeah. Fucking art.”
“FUCKING art is different. You LIKE fucking art.”
“Well... Yeah.”
Laughter
*****
“I can’t believe they have a whole shop of Alice in Wonderland kitsch.”
“How about the one of just fairies?”
“People have too much money”
“Not us.”
“No. We have just the right amount.”
“We do? Have you been hiding it? Because if we do, then I want a castle and servants and trips to everywhere and new clothes and –“
“Ok, I get it. No, we don’t have enough money. But we’d spend it on better things.”
“Yeah. No stupid Lord of the Rings chess sets for us.”
“Hey, I liked that.”
“Two thousands dollars worth of like?”
“Well, no.”
“It did have a good elves though...”
“Pervert.”
Rude gestures. Laughter.
“Freak.”
“Freak-wife.”
*****
The others [weekly columnists] have talked about the different kinds of love. No one’s addressed the difference between love and lust, and how intertwined they are in our society, and how fake the concept of romantic love is. I could blather on and one about all that, but I’ll spare you.
Instead, love is the above conversations. Love is getting along with each other so well that after a decade you still like just hanging out with each other and still find each other amusing. Tolerate the bad moods and bullshit. Encourage their wacky hobbies that you totally don’t understand, but seem to make them happy.
Love is eating swank California cuisine instead of taqueria Mexican food because that’s what they want. Love is all about compromise and taking someone else’s needs into consideration before your own.
Love is still being amused at the same story for the fifteenth telling. True love is not interrupting to tell them that you’ve heard it fourteen times already.
Love is naked time and banning all pants for life. No more pants!
Love is coming home a day early because one of you feels cruddy, and not only not making them feel guilty about it, but telling them that you wouldn’t have a good time if they weren’t feeling well anyway, and you really don’t mind.
Love is randomly popping into each other’s offices for a kiss and a quick grope. To make sure all the favorite parts are still there. Just in case.
True love, real love, long-lasting life-partnership, soul-mate, life-mate love is letting them play t.A.T.u. AND Shakira AND Avril Lavigne while they drive YOUR sexy new car and you both tease each other mercilessly about the music and the fact that the non-driver is knitting the driver a Slytherin scarf.
Love is morning mumbles and deciding to sleep in and have wild-monkey-sex later, because it will keep.
Happy anniversary, sweetheart, and happy anniversaries to all of you other old married folks.
(orignally published in Cant, 6/3/2003)
fab_feb_friends: Today's activity is a simple one - write an entry in your journal starting with "Love is..." Write a sentence or an essay, whatever moves you. Write multiple essays and Love is lots of things. Honesty. Compassion. Patience. Taking the time to truly listen. Consideration of another's feelings. Laughter.
I wrote this several years ago, but I still think it's the best summary I've ever written of what romantic love is like.
Love is...
6:31 AM, roll over, turn off alarm
“H’py Nn’ver’sry.”
Morning-breath kiss somewhere on face.
“Wannuhmf’ck?”
“Mmm... Wann’sleep. Lay’r?”
“Mmm. M’too.”
“Hold my hand, damnit. Act like you love me.”
“I DO love you.”
“I know.”
“See how good I am at acting?”
“Fucker.”
“If you drag me into one more art gallery, I’m going to scream.”
“Ok, no more art. Geez, who knew you hated art so much?”
“Art. Bah! Who needs it. Plus, it’s not like we could ever afford anything.”
“And it’s all ugly.”
“Yeah. Fucking art.”
“FUCKING art is different. You LIKE fucking art.”
“Well... Yeah.”
Laughter
“I can’t believe they have a whole shop of Alice in Wonderland kitsch.”
“How about the one of just fairies?”
“People have too much money”
“Not us.”
“No. We have just the right amount.”
“We do? Have you been hiding it? Because if we do, then I want a castle and servants and trips to everywhere and new clothes and –“
“Ok, I get it. No, we don’t have enough money. But we’d spend it on better things.”
“Yeah. No stupid Lord of the Rings chess sets for us.”
“Hey, I liked that.”
“Two thousands dollars worth of like?”
“Well, no.”
“It did have a good elves though...”
“Pervert.”
Rude gestures. Laughter.
“Freak.”
“Freak-wife.”
Smooch
The others [weekly columnists] have talked about the different kinds of love. No one’s addressed the difference between love and lust, and how intertwined they are in our society, and how fake the concept of romantic love is. I could blather on and one about all that, but I’ll spare you.
Instead, love is the above conversations. Love is getting along with each other so well that after a decade you still like just hanging out with each other and still find each other amusing. Tolerate the bad moods and bullshit. Encourage their wacky hobbies that you totally don’t understand, but seem to make them happy.
Love is eating swank California cuisine instead of taqueria Mexican food because that’s what they want. Love is all about compromise and taking someone else’s needs into consideration before your own.
Love is still being amused at the same story for the fifteenth telling. True love is not interrupting to tell them that you’ve heard it fourteen times already.
Love is naked time and banning all pants for life. No more pants!
Love is coming home a day early because one of you feels cruddy, and not only not making them feel guilty about it, but telling them that you wouldn’t have a good time if they weren’t feeling well anyway, and you really don’t mind.
Love is randomly popping into each other’s offices for a kiss and a quick grope. To make sure all the favorite parts are still there. Just in case.
True love, real love, long-lasting life-partnership, soul-mate, life-mate love is letting them play t.A.T.u. AND Shakira AND Avril Lavigne while they drive YOUR sexy new car and you both tease each other mercilessly about the music and the fact that the non-driver is knitting the driver a Slytherin scarf.
Love is morning mumbles and deciding to sleep in and have wild-monkey-sex later, because it will keep.
Happy anniversary, sweetheart, and happy anniversaries to all of you other old married folks.
(orignally published in Cant, 6/3/2003)
