Love is confusing. It’s messy and unpredictable and wild and untamable. It obeys no laws, adheres to no restrictions. It’ll knock the socks off of you and everyone around you. And the wind out of you too.
What with the wind and the socks, it sort of feels like being in a tumble dryer.
But no one puts that on a Hallmark card.
The Greeks had 4 or 7 or 8 words for love… like ἀγάπη, ἔρως, φιλία, στοργή, μανία.
Wikipedia has a bunch of them. But you can’t find love on Wikipedia.
What I mean when I talk about love is so many things but many of them point to being kind.
Being kind and not being attached.
Being kind and not being attached and expanding. Expanding into something you didn’t know you could be.
And there’s also something about being curious. Endlessly, hopelessly curious.
And devoted. Which implies LOYAL but also implies SURRENDER. (Well, shit, that’s scary.)
Yes. Love is kind and not attached and expanding and curious and devoted and loyal and surrendering.
All that. While not getting lost and keeping your center. With, like, boundaries and stuff. (Because if you can’t say “I” then you can’t say “I love you.”)
What I mean when I talk about love is being kind and not attached and expanding into the unknown and being curious and being devoted and loyal and surrendering.
I mean all of that. But what I really mean is being kind.
A lover once said to me, with wonder in his eyes, “Love feels like love.”
Love doesn’t feel like obligation, or coercion, or fear, or doubt, or a battle to be won. Those things might be there, but those aren’t love.
I wanted to take him into my arms and say, “Of course it does, dear.” But he was already there.
Love is safe. Profoundly safe. But it FEELS dangerous…
Can I trust this much? Can I really let go? Can I surrender? Is it okay? Is it okay? Is it okay?
Is it okay?
I don’t know. Is it?
You have to answer that for yourself.
What I mean when I talk about love is that it’s scary to love and it’s scary to be loved and it’s scary to let go into loving more than one person, and it’s all very vulnerable.
I spend my life helping people navigate all the things around love: fears and boundaries and desires and what about me? and how do you build a life with somebody that you love and what do you do when there is more than one person you love and what if you love someone but the sex isn’t working, or what if the sex is working but you want something else too and so on.
But none of this is love.
What I mean when I talk about love is that it’s worth it.