I think that Love exists within the cracks of the big moments... It’s not about the flowers, socially mandated holidays, vacations to picturesque locations. It’s in the minutiae, the little moments that you don’t think to recognize. The way they know exactly where to massage your neck when you say it hurts. The way in which a weekend away makes you crave your home, not your actual home, but them: they are your home. Ive learned that Love is not often about the big moments we see on television. We’re not urgently kissing in the rain under street lamps. We’re not running through airports and declaring love to each other with an audience of a hundred other strangers. We’re not eating dinner by candlelight on a rooftop. We’re not being pushed up against walls, desire and lust coursing through us. The truth is, we’re falling asleep in an entanglement that works with us. We’re developing a language that only we can understand. We’re helping each other get better, have more joy, experience life in new ways. We’re remembering to grab honey at the grocery store because they like it on their bread in the morning. We’re looking at a menu at a restaurant and knowing exactly what they’ll order. We’re coming home after a weekend away to a cleaned home. We’re appreciating these small gestures that lie within the cracks of the big gestures. We’re moved by them knowing what will cure a hard day, because they know us, they’ve taken the time to get us. It’s that day-to-day familiarity that nobody but they get to have with you. It’s about realizing that you are so incredibly known and still loved. It’s in the 364 days that aren’t Valentine’s Day. It’s in the absence of worrying about whether they love you. It’s right there, in the middle of you two, like a secret you’re both in on. It’s in the boring life moments, the absence of drama, the absence of a need to worry about their intentions. They are there. You are there.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 06:46:54 +0000
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