I’ve been thinking a lot about love lately. Not because I’ve found some new love to fall into, mind you, but maybe because I haven’t. I’ve just been thinking of all the varieties of love, and how I experience them. More exactly, what makes those loves most evident?
I also started thinking about this when I felt my heart swell on the 20th.
I’ve come up with a list of loves in my life, and how/when they are most intense.
There’s the Love I see on the television in the faces of millions listening to a man who promises to bring our dreams back to us, restore our values, and reminds us what patriotism feels like. Love of ourselves. Love our country. Love of each other.
There’s the Love I can smell when we hug, that’s just exactly the same as how I remember, even after six years.
There’s the Love in the silence between Girls who know each others’ thoughts, and don’t have to say A Word to induce fits of Laughter from one another. Even though it’s not been one year, let alone six.
There’s the Love of trusting me with your baby, even though I almost dropped him on His head.
There’s the Love I hear on my speakers when I Rocket Roll.
There’s the Love I see when I feel a heavy chain lowered around my neck, and open my eyes to see a Hardware Jewel in the mirror at Slim’s.
There’s the Love I feel as a fullness in my chest when I think of those closest to me.
It’s just a start of course. There are as many types of love as their are Mates and Lovers.