I don’t think love is about any kind of “soul mate” thingy
Or about any kind of “divine nature” thingy
Or about whatever is in the stars thingy
Or about anything that has soft music and soft lights
Or anything that’s between anyone’s legs.
I think love is about
getting all of your own sh*it out of the way so that
you don’t bring someone
into your life
for the purpose of having them correct all the
mistakes that your parents made.
I think that love is about
telling the absolute truth about yourself, like,
“I’m afraid to be close to you so that’s why I blame things on you.”
“I am committed to being a victim and if you want to live with me you’re going to have to be willing to be the persecutor.
“I need your help.”
Or that love is about
not yelling at somebody.
or not sweating on somebody.
or not leaving the sink dirty
or not showing up on time
It’s about calling when you leave
“Hi honey, I’m on my way?”
Or about noticing that there’s no half-and-half for your coffee
Or always getting the car filled up with gas
Or about always raising your glass to a toast
Or about leaving the office behind when you walk in the door
Love doesn’t have background music
and it doesn’t have scenes with final lines
or fade outs.
above all things
Carmelene writes stories from every day life and how life itself offers lessons to help us grow, expand, and put our feet on higher ground.