Posted: Saturday, February 18, 2012 4:21:58 AM
"I woke up this morning and saw that I vomited all over my room. Did I really get that drunk last night? The worst part is that I was late for work so I just cleaned it up, put on a dress and put the key in my ignition. I feel so disgusting. I can't believe my life has come to this."
Love is knowing that while you may be embarrassed to tell them things, they listen. They want to know what is going on in your life. They notice the deflection in your voice; they smell your cup of cranberry juice in the fridge to make sure you aren't mixing it with vodka on your lunch break. Love is driving your wife's father to get his car on your day off. It is making a five course meal for your husband three days before Valentine's because you know you won't be home before midnight on the actual holiday. Love is listening to the other person's fears and holding his hand as he conquers it. It is paying attention to what her favorite brand is and how he wants his salad: hold the pecans and the Gorgonzola but add an extra dressing for the side of bread.
Love is not so much the cards, the candy, the diamond ring. Those things are nice and necessary, but I receive love when someone answers their phone at 2 in the morning because I can't sleep. It is telling me they miss me and love me. It is a hug. A huge, sweet, comforting hug. Love isn't easy. It takes unraveling yourself to someone else and wincing in fear that they might not catch you. Love is so hard because it requires that you give all of yourself.