What is love… really?
If we hold it up to the brightest light
And turn it upside down,
Give it a shake, and see if anything comes loose.
Is it even a good thing?
This feeling we want, so much we could bottle it?
We could package it up and sell it for cash,
Forgetting the fact that sometimes there’s damage
That rips through your heart,
Ruining lives if it passes a date
Stamped on the tin in invisible ink.
It’s a risk that we take
And one that will hurt.
I can’t help but spend time wondering exactly what love is. I know that poets and musicians and every other kind of artist have tried to unpick this, but it still fascinates me.
I fell in love with Noah’s father and the fall out when it crumbled almost killed me. It was so bad that I decided I couldn’t do it again. And I have stuck by my word and not gone near a relationship in all that time.
I just wonder why something that can hurt us so badly, is still so enticing. And we don’t even really know what it is. Is it just chemical? Is it something magical? Does it need to be sought out, or does it seek you out?
As humans we are so fragile, and can have our ego dented so easily, so why are we drawn to something that seems to dissolve our walls and make us all but one?
4 thoughts on “what is love…really?”
All I can say, and my experience does not bear this out, is that I think the feelings and the vulnerabilities are supposed to go both ways. And that together they work out. Your observations and questions are certainly the right ones, though.
Mister Bump UK
You know how relationships are hard work? They always were for me, anyhow.
Well, when I met my wife, it was easy. Going from one step to the next was a no-brainer. That’s how I knew.
I don’t say that marrying somebody equates to love – I’ve loved several people and not married them – but, an approximation?
But what you said in your post, you’ve got to be prepared to give these things a try, right? Otherwise, what’s the point in any of this?
You ask a really interesting and important question, Rachel. When you love someone, that person becomes so important to you that you become vulnerable. That’s the price of love. But what you get for that vulnerability (in a good relationship) is that you are equally important to that other person.
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me no more.