Sometimes, you look into another person’s eyes and then you realize at that precise moment that you have found love, the kind of love that never goes away. The kind of love that stays. You think you couldn’t love another. You can’t wait for the rest of your life to begin. I hate to break the mood set by first three sentences but most of the time, the love you feel is not the same kind of love the other person feels. However, I do not think this should keep you from loving just the same. I say, love for the moment.
What is love? Watching Discovery Channel will tell you that love are electrical signals sent by the hypothalamus, the seat of all emotions. They would tell you that this is triggered by pheromones, hormones emitted to attract a potential mate. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I want an elaborate, tear-jerking definition of love. Love is, more than a noun, more than an emotion, a verb. Word in action. Something that you do everything and is as essential as breathing. Love is a four letter word that has sparked enthusiam and inspiration among poets, minstrels, painters and sculptors. It has even provoked some of the greatest wars the world has ever known. I would like to define love as an explicable stream of emotions that makes the wise foolish and the fools wise.
No really? What is love?The best definition I can find is in 1st Corinthians 13:4 – “Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast. It is not proid. It is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrong. Love does not delight in evil but always rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres.”
If it’s that kind of love, then why just love for the moment? Well, because life is full of so much uncertainty. You may be feeling that forever kind of love but she may not be. You both may be feeling that forever kind of love at the moment but then tomorrow might be a different story. Because sometimes, the love never goes away, but the person has to. The only thing you can do is to cherish the moment. Relish in the moment. Love with all your heart, love like you’ll never get hurt. In the end I believe it doesn’t matter if you end up with that forever kind of love to spend the rest of your life with. To me what matters, is that for once in your life, you came to know what love really is… it is somewhat enough that the feeling lived in you, regardless of how few the moments were. To me, what matters is that you live your life fully, keeping the good memories of such love. And when that moment is over, learn from it to be better. And even when love dies, you don’t have to die with it. Bounce back and be ready to love and trust again, loving and cherishing every moment once again.
The love she’d never understand. She asked me why I love her. I fell silent thinking of something witty to say. I said I love her because she’s always late. I love her because she’s fatally flawed and imperfect. I love her because she can be really stupid sometimes. I love her for just being her, the crazy, irrational and paranoid her. She says she doesn’t get it. I simply smiled and left it to her to decipher what I just said. If I could expound on that answer, I’d probably say I love you because you’re always late; you teach me that love is patient. I love you because you are fatally flawed,imperfect, crazy, irrational and paranoid; you teach me that love has a lot to do about acceptance. I love you because being with you makes me pray more, perhaps for guidance, perhaps for my own heart’s salvation from the devastation when these moments are over. I love you because you can be stupid at times; you make me laugh and remind me that I too am fatally flawed and imperfect for choosing you. I love you because sometimes you could just say “I told you so” and yet you always find a way to compliment me. I love you because this love makes me strive to be a better person. I love you for these moments and so much more. And maybe you’d never understand it for as long as you live. I’d probably not spend the rest of my life with you, but it’s the kind of love that never goes away. Someday, I’ll probably spend the rest of my life with someone else and she’ll be thanking you for all these moments. If not for the things I learned from loving you for the moment, I would not be able to love enough to take that leap of faith.
Perhaps, first love never really dies, it just passes into some other form of loveliness.
