Unrequited March 16, 2009
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This one was actually an extra this week, only available through a link on twitter. But it was my favorite.
How many times have we all wished that someone was in love with us? We’ve hoped that they reciprocate feelings? Whether we’re friends, hoping for more? Or maybe someone we start dating and they just don’t see it going in the same direction? Or someone that we’ve been dating and we can feel the love slipping away?
I don’t know the case of the person that sent this in. But I know the pain they are feeling, no matter what the case is. It’s hard enough to recognize your own feelings. And once you finally do, you want the other person to be there with you.
And when they aren’t? Is there anything more heartbreaking?
Love, as a verb February 13, 2009
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I believe in love. I really do. I know I’m cynical, I know I’ve been hurt. I know I’ve hurt others. And I know there is more hurt to be had before I’m done.
But I was wondering, with Valentine’s Day coming up and all, if I should be looking at love as a verb. As an action. As something to do, to obtain, rather than something that will happen to me (fall in love). Love is an emotion, this I know. But what if it also is a choice? You choose to love someone. You choose to let them in, to care for them, to make sure that their happiness is equal to your own. You make vows professing this love and you choose to show this love when things are good and when things are bad. When you’re sick, when you’re healthy, when you’re happy and when you’re sad.
This is the person you want to experience all of these emotions with. Who you want to turn to, to talk to. Things aren’t always going to be good, they aren’t always going to be easy, but at the end of the day you KNOW. You know because you made the choice to love someone else.
But what happens if you decide you don’t want to make that choice anymore? That maybe this person that you thought you could choose to love isn’t the cheese to your macaroni? Isn’t the person you want to hold you when you’re sick? Isn’t the person that makes your heart jump and your stomach do flip-flops? Isn’t the person that you want to be with whenever possible? It isn’t the person that you want to stay up till all hours of the night talking to?
Then what?
He Loves You December 30, 2008
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If he leave little notes around your place for you to find randomly (tucked in soup bowls, behind the iron, etc), then he loves you.
If he always lets you have the bread ends even though he likes them too, then he loves you.
If he calls just to hear your voice, with no secret agenda, then he loves you.
If he brings you soup and Advil when you’re sick in bed and doesn’t care about possibly catching your illness, then he
loves you.
If he buys a bottle of wine for your parents the first time he meets them, he’s trying to win them over. But it’s because he loves you.
If he buys you sunflowers for no reason at all but he saw them and thought of you because they are your favorite flower, he loves you.
If he sings “Good Morning Beautiful” to you every morning, he loves you.
If he listens to you for hours when you talk about your feelings, your insecurities and your fears, then he loves you.
If he really wants you to meet his friends and his family, he’s looking for their approval. But it’s because he loves you.
If he really wants to meet your friends and family, he’s looking for validation. But it’s because he loves you.
If you are Angelina Jolie, then he loves you.
If he sends you random “thinking of you” texts, then he is thinking of you. And he loves you.
If he tells you, “I don’t know how to fix this, but I want to”, then he loves you.
If he sits through “Private Practice” every Wednesday night, then he loves you. And possibly Kate Walsh. But he loves you.
If you spend three hours in the car talking about what you want at your wedding one day, and you aren’t freaked out and you’re not actually saying “our wedding” but you both know that you mean that, then he loves you.
If he’s ever bought condoms to use with you, then he loves you. Or he wants to get in your pants. But he wants to do it safely.
If, while vertical, sober, and full clothed, and without hope or agenda, he tells you that he loves you, then he loves you.
If he will sit through chick flicks with you and even pretend to like them, then he loves you.
If he makes you a dinner and has candlelight and a fire going and shuts off his cell phone and the TV just so he can be with you, then he loves you.
If he genuinely wants to learn all about you, who you are, and the people and events that made you who you are, then he loves you.
If he’s ever fallen asleep holding your hand or spooning you, then he loves you.
If he wants to look through old photo albums with you, if he has cute little pet names for you, if he has no hesitation calling you his girlfriend in front of his friends, if he remembers when you have class, when you’re playing soccer, when you have a big meeting, and then asks about it, if he lets you eat the last bite of crab cake because it was so good even though he wanted it, if he gets along with your family and can carry on a conversation with all of them, if he doesn’t have to be glued to your side all night at a party, if he volunteers to drop you off and pick you up at the airport before your flight, if he sends you online coupons because he knows you were looking to buy end tables at Target, then he loves you.
If you don’t have to question it… then you know he loves you.
Idea shamelessly borrowed from here:
http://brainyjane22.wordpress.com/2008/12/22/then-he-loves-you/
