I have learned so much about love though I’ve yet to be loved.
I have learned that love is the whole. Love is not looks, or her body, or his hugs, or her laugh, or the way he talks about his family. It is neither the personality nor the physicality. It is all. It is everything. It is matter. It takes up space in your mind. It has mass. It weighs down your chest. It flows through your blood, sits in your heart, and wafts through your brain.
I have learned that Love is not the same thing as Love. Your mother loves the sound of your voice, your friend loves your bad jokes, you love your dog. Love is the remainder. Love is everything neglected. The greatest gift is to have someone fall in love with you. Because all of those millions and billions of small pieces of you yet touched by love are suddenly caressed. The stretch marks on your thighs, your hairy arms, your bedhead. The way you talk in circles, the way you go to church only once in awhile but pray ten times a day, the 10-year old stories you say over and over. These are now somehow loved. That is true love. Loving the remainder. Loving whatever has yet to be loved. Reminding someone that they are whole. And their whole is worthy of love.
And what I have learned of Love scares me more and more everyday.
Because how is it possible for another flawed, distracted, selfish, better human being to care that much about me
Rudy Francisco (via n4ughty-y)