When It Comes to Love
When it comes to love, there aren't many things that can be said; and then again you can talk over it for ages. Some of the things are cheesy, some heartfelt, some made-up, some expectations, some disappointments, some out of anger and some from emptiness. But no matter what anyone says, the real thing I know for me is that when it comes to love you can’t use words. Words just can’t cover it; not now not ever, and really when you get down to the basics it not something you even know.
It starts that moment when you are born and everything's a mess and you don’t know what is going on, you just cry out in helplessness and then a hand comes out of nowhere and holds you close to the warmth, and in that second you know you're home.
It’s that moment when you are sitting all alone and the world seems a mighty stranger. Then a friend comes along and puts an arm around your shoulders and suddenly something chases away the ice running inside your blood.
It’s that moment when you are walking along an empty road, your stomach is knotted and your palms sweaty and the other person just reaches over and grabs your hand and your heart starts thudding a broken meter and your hearts just flies away somewhere.
It’s that moment when you meet someone after sometime and they hug you, with their hot breath running across your face and neck and you feel an acute sense of relief like some pain was lifted from you that you weren’t even aware of before.
It’s that moment when you are broken and bleeding and someone wraps their arms around you in a promise of love and acceptance and a slight shudder runs down your spine as you realize how cold you'd gotten inside.
There are many things about love we can never understand, and no matter how many experiences we proudly share with our friends, deep down we still know we are too young to comprehend. It’s not all about fun and games, or even that smug satisfaction that you have a lover. It’s about that unsaid bond you share in which without saying anything you promise to be a witness to their very lives; that no matter what happens you will be that one person standing behind the wings, like old sweatpants ... or that faded quilt ... like homesickness ... a soft part of the heart that hasn’t been touched by anything else... its love ... Its life ... it’s ...