We have an immovable idea of what love is.
It’s flowers and chocolate. It’s diamond rings and red bows on luxury cars. It’s sex by candlelight and dinners in the triple figures. It’s oysters, fur rugs, monogrammed towels, and long walks on beaches. That love is a special event, sparkling, and short lived.
Love is also service. It rubs your shoulders after a long day. It remembers your favorite brand of potato chips. Love wakes up next to you every morning and kisses you before you brush. That love is relentless, its full time, takes no holidays, and it gets exhausted.
The love you need? What you really and truly need...what is that? Is there a price? A time? A criteria? Do you find it on a website? At a bar? By crashing into it in a meet-cute like all the romantic comedies show us? Can you love and be loved with no promise of the end result? Can you ignore an expiration date and just be grateful to have the nourishment while it lasts? Not a love “that dare not speak its name” but a love that doesn’t need a name. It’s there. It’s different than the dream but its reality is different too. Its healthy. It’s good. Its pure and safe and true, and the fear of losing it doesn’t make you grasp it tighter, it makes you ready to watch it float away like a red balloon in a blue sky. A beautiful sadness that aches but it frees you when it disappears from sight.
No one loves me. No special event love, no serving love, no love of any kind.
Some people need me and it’s their love for themselves that makes them feel love for me. I am their home, their comfort, their sustenance, and they will forget me once those things are self reliant.
Other people lived their lives in a way that mine became tied to theirs. They cast their line and I was not the catch or the bait, I was the reeds their hook took up in error. They pick me from the jagged edge and cast me away, an impediment removed from their true aim.
I am utility, a giver, a helper, an obliging, ingratiating, smiling, bowing, and scraping friend to all, and I am loved for it. The moment I ask for a return on my investment...I am forgotten. Like a line on a To Do List, I am crossed off once the need has been met. Strike me and leave me stricken.
So I made a change; I set parameters, I would be different, I would be flippant and temporary. Surface and non-committal. I would give only what I wanted and take nothing not handed freely. I would place a chip on my shoulder and turn it into armor. If I could not have what I sought all my days, I would have everything else in my nights.
It worked. For a while.
And then you.
Why did you see me?
You looked and you saw me. No one had ever done that. Ever. It wasn’t my body, the size or height of it. Not eyes or hair or lips or teeth. You saw me simply and that complicated every cell in me.
Why did you listen? Not just to laugh at me. Not because I have stories like other people have freckles. You heard me, processed and appreciated what I had to say. Remembered it. My words mattered to you. More than that my feelings did. They mattered to you and you let me know that without ever saying it. Why did you do that?
THIS is what love must be. Agree to it. Please? I beg of you. Please take all this love and be happy I have it to give. You have to be the one. Because there has never been a single other person to care the way you do. You just cared. You cared. Thats what I needed. Thats what I need. But my years on this planet told me it had to have a label, had to have a mortgage, a dinner on the table every night, it had to be love like Shakespeare and Nora Ephron write. It had to be now because Ive lived without it my whole life. My whole life. Its yours if you want it. Please want it. Please need it. Just take it. I will throw it at you so many times you must catch it at some point merely to avoid being hit by it anymore. I appreciate so much that you have given me something ive never had that I must force it to become exactly like what I have always had. Dont love me the way that I need. Love me the way that I want. Then we can forget me together.
Can I be better than that? Can I accept the love that I need? Can it be the love that I want? What am I looking for that you can’t give me? What if I lose what I have found with you in the effort to possess something that will just destroy me again?
I would not be safe with you but I would be protected and I would not ever harm you.
There would be no picket fence, which means no barriers at all.
We would not wake up together every day. We could go to sleep together the nights we needed the breath of someone else in the bed.
I would hold your hand and let it go when you needed to be free.
I would kiss your lips and not say goodbye.
We’d have the quiet and the peace. The other people can have the noise. Lets just sit and be.
You. Me. Sometimes, you and me.
It could be quiet. Official but uncertified. It could last without anniversaries. Everything could be good and in that maybe we could stop seeking better. Wouldn’t that be best?
It would not be forever with you but for as long as it lasts sounds like greatness today.
You wrote a song.
Here is my opus.
What if we just were... we?