What Is Love?

How did this word, this feeling, become part of the human culture? Is it just pheromones and biological make up? Is it really part of us, our DNA, for procreating and nothing more? From experience, and I am sure this may hold true for some, it can elevate the senses to a utopian high and also, like Icarus, it can melt those wings and bring everything crashing down around us.

I have no idea what Love is. After all these years and experiences I have had, I think it is many things but not one specific thing. There are so many ways to love aren’t there? I absolutely love my children. I love photography and playing my drum kit. I love meeting new people and just talking with them, even if I don’t completely understand what they are talking about. I guess I love new experiences and old memories.

Would I love to “Fall” in love again? Um, that is a delicate subject. At my age, and I’m still young-ish, I think it would be beautiful but… There is always a but when you really think about it… who would really love a dude like me? I am not financially kept. I have a couple of health issues to boot. I don’t think I am on anyone’s radar and can only dream and remember about days past.

When in love I really loved the kissing and snuggling. Yeah, the sex was a bonus, no doubt about it. Just the closeness and not even having to say anything, just being close was a loving feeling that I miss. I loved the warmth of the person I was with. There is a fulfillment in the heart, a contentment of being with someone that reciprocates my love for them. A boundless trust that may be as delicate as thinnest paper.

When sentences are easily finished between two people, that is love to me. It is almost as if the two are thinking as one. They are so intertwined, one doesn’t know where one ends and one begins. That is love. The flow between them is effortless and can create canyons that will last the test of time. That is a deep love and that depth can never drown because it is buoyant.

Love can be expressed in a poem, a drawing or painting. The thing about love is that it can be expressed, but I think some people need it to be reciprocated. A person will know when it is a one way street and no matter how hard they try it will end up as a dead end.

There isn’t enough love to go around.

Love can kill.

Love is all encompassing.

Love is missing.

What’s love got to do, got to do with it?

Only love can break your heart.

Valentines day is a day to show your love for another person, maybe a secret love. Why have a specific day though? I guess it puts one in a now or never situation to finally have the gumption to express their love for another. It is also a great way for companies to make an extra buck or two. But hey, I say go for it. Let that special person know of your affections and let your cards be shown. It is a fifty-fifty odds you are playing and may luck be on your side.

I lately having been observing my children, they are teenagers now. Their life is just beginning really and I want to talk to them about this based on my experience. My parents never did with me and I think that they just hoped for the best with me and my siblings. It wasn’t long ago I was their age, well it was but … shit, I don’t know. I just know that I enjoyed my teenage years and the feelings of love and chasing it. I wasn’t very good at it, maybe it was the chase I was in love with.

Am I chasing love now, still? After all these years and trials and tribulations? Would I be stable enough with my own baggage to be accepting of someone else’s? It’s a frightening thought. I don’t know if I can be let down again. I don’t know if I could handle the anguish. Maybe a miracle will happen and I will become ultra healthy, wealthy and attractive again, but I’ve never seen or read about a true miracle happening. Unless you believe in the 1980 USA hockey team.

I loved ice skating.

I love this world and the stars at night. I love the shapes of clouds and the clear blue sky. I am having a difficult time with the people who inhabit it as of late. The Earth will survive us after we perish. After it is all said and done I guess there is only one thing left to say…..

I Love You.