What Is Love? Pt. 2

My boyfriend and I had the following conversation last night:

I’ve spent most of today thinking about what love means to me. I’ve come to believe love is circular in many ways. Think about it for a moment…

A wedding band is a never ending circle demonstrating the emotional bond between two people. Love is two hearts sharing a single beat. Does your heart skip a beat when you look at your significant other? Mine does. Perhaps it’s my heartbeat syncing with his as I fall in love.

Love can be symbolized in many ways. It is often seen in the form of a heart. When love, we’re supposed to love with all our heart, right? The symbolism of the heart equating to love began in the 15th century. It’s a great way to write love. Red roses also represent love.

For me, after much thought, love is more of a demonstration rather than the verbal or written word. My boyfriend shows me his love (maybe I shouldn’t use that word just yet in regards to him yet) by doing little things for me. He holds my hand when we walk through a store or at the movies. He holds me when I need to be held, without even saying a word. He came to see me this past weekend after the horrible week I had. I didn’t ask him to but he knew I needed to feel how much he genuinely cares for me.

He’s filled my gas tank on more than one occasion. That demonstrated so much of how he feels about me. Case in point – I drove nearly everywhere and my ex never once offered to pay for gas. Not even for the 45 minute one way drive to pick up his ex-stepdaughter. Sad.

Gifts from the heart are great for birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas but they don’t truly symbolize what love is. Material goods are not a replacement for real love.

Actions speak louder than words. The same goes for love. Anyone can say the words. They’re just words. Do they have meaning? Yes. When said at the right time and in the right context, those three little words have a powerful impact on its recipient.

Love is a very strong emotion. It is possible to love unconditionally. I mean more than just your child.

Love is the ability to give all of yourself, every fiber of your being to another person. It is the internal swelling of your heart when you look at him. It is in the way you kiss – kissing him like you miss him, even when he was simply in the next room. It’s resting your head on his shoulder and holding his hand while watching television.

It is communication. It is finding the words to lift each other up, especially during arguments. It is being supportive during hard times. It is finding the time to just be imperfect together. Nobody is perfect.

Love is a learning process.

It is the process of two hearts becoming one.

He Sees Me

The darkness has turned to light

The cup of joy overflows into a river of happiness long overdue

Tides of a ripple effect, washes over my heart

He sees me

The whole of my heart, bathed in light

His care is for me alone, as I walk with trepidation for the new-founded love

He sees me

Unabridged, unedited, raw with hidden emotions and an unbridled yearning

My heart has waited, patiently, to feel the strength of a single beat in unison

He sees me, for all that I am

He sees me, for who I am and what I will become

He sees me

Living the Single Life

There are a lot of advantages to being single, especially when the breakup was ugly and difficult.

My favorite advantage is that I don’t have to have a spotless house. If you come over and I’m still in my pajamas, I could careless. I hope you are here to see me and not my sink full of dishes or my over-flowing laundry basket.

I cannot be mad at anyone for the mess. I make the mess so I’m responsible for it. Do you really think I’m going to yell at myself for not cleaning up? Doubtful!

Oh! I don’t have to wear pajamas to bed. I can get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and nobody would see anything! Well that’s because there isn’t anyone here and I’m single!

Alicia says, “single and ready to mingle”. Thank you, but no. There is not one single man in this state that I would care to spend time with. I mean other than my Dad and well, Bo is still very much a boy. He’s also my shadow when I visit my parents.

(See my feet? I nearly fell down the stairs when he followed up behind me!)

I can keep chocolate in the freezer for weeks at a time and it will still be there at crucial moments.

If I’m not working, I can get up when I want. There’s no time schedule for me. If I forget to go to the grocery store for almond milk (yes, I am lactose-intolerant), it’s perfectly fine!

If I ignore the fuzzy stuff on my legs, it’s OKAY! Actually, I have to do the girlie stuff regularly otherwise it makes me crazy. But still, it’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything so it’s one less worry.

If a single woman farts in her living room and there’s no man to hear, does it make a sound?

If I feel the need to have a major cry-fest, I can put on a Sandra Bullock or that movie with the blonde and that Gosling dude. There wouldn’t be anyone to hear me blubber. Wait, who am I kidding? I’m more likely to put on a Fast & Furious movie and cry when Vin Diesel crashes that gorgeous 1968 Pontiac GTO. Man! Talk about living life one-quarter of a mile at a time!

What else can I do since I’m single? Oh!

I’m going zip lining for my birthday! Yeppers! I’m flying solo for some fun! Maybe I’ll treat myself to a steak dinner or something I rarely do. Depends upon where I go zip lining, I guess.

I can sing and dance in my living room at the top of my lungs. Off-key and out of tempo if I so choose.

I don’t have to look my best because, honestly. At my age who do I have to impress? Yeah, didn’t think so.

I do t have to explain who my friends are. If I want to meet Maria at Applebee’s after work, I don’t have to explain that to anyone. (Nobody should ever have to go to Applebee’s alone!)

(I didn’t create the meme so I’m not responsible for the bad grammar.)

I’m sure there are more things I could add to this list. I digress at this time.

What are some of the things you enjoy about single life?