I believe in love. This emotion has existed through the ages and inspired entertainment from movies to music. Yet unlike the movies, this feeling is real. It has transcended centuries and has proceeded beyond cultural barriers. Love is beautiful and has the power to transform daily. It can be its own language. People must first love themselves before they can love another whole-heartedly. This I believe. They must accept their talents, abilities, physical appearance, as well as personality. This acceptance is different from narcissism because it isn’t the state of being “in love” with oneself. It is the ability to have positive self-esteem and to selflessly share that with another human being. To be “in love” is different then to love. I love ice cream, the sunlight as it hits the ocean, the scent of rose petals from blossoming flowers in the springtime, and warmth from a bonfire. To be “in love” is when two people can’t imagine life without the other. There are days of laughter which seem endless, conversations about anything or everything, and freezing time seems like the answer.
Love is when I’m head over heels without trying. It feels like I’m floating on clouds or flying. There may be moments when an individual doesn’t like the other person, but when they are truly “in love,” then disputes are usually silly. Making up is all the fun. There’s comfort in his cuddles, and smiles which leave me breathless. This I believe. The feeling of being “in love” is for most indescribable. The butterflies in a person’s tummy are forever. I realize that a person needs their significant other because they love them. The reverse isn’t true. I don’t think that a person should love their companion because they need them. Differences between the two are enormous. They are present during success and when loneliness takes over. Their presence isn’t because they expect favors, but genuinely the present is the other person’s presence. It’s a gift.
During a tragic time in my life, I was blessed to have someone care for me as much as he did. Tears rolling away from my eyes and down my cheeks were brought to the ground with gravity’s pull. He brought a tissue to catch my tears. He held me and didn’t let go. I had a reason to feel upset because losing my grandma was painfully unexpected. He told me that I would always have the memories. He said heaven was a peaceful place. His rationale was that she would no longer feel overwhelmed with her illness, and she would be reunited with my grandpa. He said he was “in love” with me and his actions meant more than words.
Love can seem frightening, misinterpreted, and it can debilitate the brain from better word choices. It can also be exciting, passionate, and enlightening. To be “in love” can allow a person to open their heart, share their dreams, and work through the worlds problems or overcome any fears. This I believe.