I believe in love, but maybe not the kind others do. It may sound a little pessimistic, but it’s not. The love I believe in is much stronger than the intense moments of Hollywood movies. Sure, I used to cry at how Nicolas Cage looked at Meg Ryan in City of Angels, but I know that two hours of footage cannot possibly represent a relationship of any sort.
Love is messy, and some try to make it appear as many things it is not. Those that abuse even say that they do it because they love the person so much. Some say it just to get what they want, and then move on quickly. It’s no wonder we are all skeptical of it, but I believe we all see its existence and power.
I posted this image earlier today, and received many comments about it. There is a lot of truth in knowing we have hope finding something based on what we know something no longer is.
Because I see love as being as human as those that feel it, I understand it is flawed. Sometimes what we think is love is actually an insecurity disguised, or just a need to feel wanted.
After nearly 12 years of marriage, I see love to be a little different that this patient, smiling thing in the room. It is whatever we make it, and it becomes more pure the more we love ourselves and deal with what makes us not be able to love (or love too much).
If you don’t know what love is right now, that’s okay. Just remember what it is not, and you will find yourself loving soon enough.
© 2014 Angela M. Carter