I love love.
I really do.
I'm cautious with it.
I'm cautious with the words I use about love.
I catch myself giving people just a taste.
Just enough to wonder.
I'm not making sense, am I.
(It's a statement, not a question)
(It's a statement, not a question)
I think I mean this-
Love is vulnerable.
For real.
Like-real, authentic, put a pin in it, can feel where it has taken up residency in you, vulnerable .
There is a lot at stake with love.....
Is there?
Is there?
I tell myself there is.
All I can really know is how I feel.
Forget about really knowing how the other person feels.
Forget about really knowing how the other person feels.
Regardless if they tell me.
So, it gets protected.
I can't turn love on or off.
I can't GIVE love.
Like its a book.
Or a pair if earrings.
Like its a book.
Or a pair if earrings.
I can't take it away either.
It just IS.
However, what I protect are my words that express my "love".
They range and vary in depth and meaning.
I tend to keep it light.
Fluffy.
It could belong to just about anyone.
Fluffy.
It could belong to just about anyone.
"Love your guts"
"Luv U"
"Luv U"
Even, "Love You".
I'm holding back.
But, I can protect it with the lightness of the words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Love your guts-
The throw from the back of the love seat.
The throw from the back of the love seat.
I love you -
Big down comforter, hand made by MawMaw and still smells like her home made cobbler.
Big down comforter, hand made by MawMaw and still smells like her home made cobbler.
See?
Three things:
-I'm trying on "I love you" when it is really the truth.
-When it is the truth, and I tell you "I love you", I hope you feel me wrapping a big, soft, fluffy comforter around you.
-I love that I love some so deeply that words are futile.
They know themselves as the "Top 5".
~a