Sunday, December 5, 2010

Day #100, #101, #102, & #103: Love changes everything

We all wait for it. Those three elusive words that defines the seriousness of a relationship. In some ways, it's a very fine dance until that moment. Do you, don't you? Is it too soon? Does he feel the same way? Should I wait for him and should I just say what I feel? Am I sure about what a feel? Is this real? Is this really for real? It's amazing how three little words can stir up emotions beyond belief and questions that even the greatest of minds still ponder over.

I will never forget being told, "I love you." I will never forget the feeling within my core and the wooziness in my head when I finally learned that the person of my affection and who has already won over my heart, also feels the same way. The whole dynamic of the relationship changes, and all that you had been holding in can finally be released like a bulging dam-all the emotions and love within the heart just floods out and both of you are transformed.

There is something truly miraculous about being in love and being loved. It defies limitations and overcomes all odds. Just as Dr. Seuss said, "You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." To me, being told "I love you" is the most precious gift anyone can give. Romantic love or the love of a parent, a sibling, a friend, or a child-it doesn't matter. Love is a gift and one I will never ever take for granted. Kurt Langner wrote "Love is a gift. You can't buy it, you can't find it, someone has to give it to you. Learn to be receptive of that gift."

She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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