Love, not passive at all

What if love isn’t a feeling?

In fact, it isn’t,

How do I know you ask?

Because I have found it.

 

Love is protection, love is faith,

It is choosing the other person despite your feelings,

It is going out of your way to plan that surprise date,

It is waking up an hour earlier to fix them breakfast,

It is sparing your time to listen to what ails them,

It is getting over yourself & apologizing first, after a fight,

It is learning to say ‘I’m sorry’ even when you don’t feel like it,

It is learning to forgive them when they hurt you or

Forget that important appointment you had,

It is even intentionally dealing with your baggage so you can be healthy for them.

 

Love is that extra effort to brighten their day even when yours sucked,

It is looking into their eyes and knowing that they’re happy/hurting without them saying a word,

It is learning a new instrument just so you can sing for them,

It is counting hours till you see them again even though they just left,

It is heating that meal so it can be warm right when they arrive from work.

 

My best friend says;

‘my partner actually comes first & I think about him with every action’.

 

So you see darling, when you say love is a feeling, it makes it passive,

But oh no dear, there’s nothing passive about love.

Adrienne in ‘Nights in Rodanthe’ says:

“there is a kind of love that gives you the courage to be better than you are, not less than you are, one that makes you feel that anything is possible”

This may come off as one of those perfectly scripted movie lines but it is as close to the truth as it can get.

I mean this from my heart;

You see, I have entertained ‘half-baked’ love,

‘almost ready’ love, ‘I want you but not ready for you’ kind of love,

‘I like her more than you’ kind of love, even the ‘sucker punch’ love

that only leaves you in pain once you encounter it……but….

I have also beheld a love that’s a force to reckon with,

a love that didn’t let me give up on myself,

a love that pushed me to blossom into a bigger and better version of myself,

that elated every living organism inside of me,

that held me on rainy days and said ‘it was gonna be okay’,

one that released me to glow into the sunlight,

that watered me and showed me how to ground my roots,

one that embraced me tight on ‘bad hair days’,

but also called me out on my shit when necessary,

& kept me accountable in all seasons.

 

That, my darling, is the kind of love you deserve 🙂