That Thing Called Love

What is Love?

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." -St. Augustine, 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin'

Warm sunny afternoons and the lazy evenings. Lying side by side on the green grass or a muddy patch or in own homes, beautiful music floating your way, heard by none but you. A scenario right out of the heavens and acted by only ethereal beings. Beings who are in Love.

But before we meet 'the' right one, we always bump into a few wrong ones. They are the ones who trample upon your self esteem in the name of caring and a few who do not show enough caring in the name of giving you space. Then there are those who shatter your heart because they cannot handle it delicately and the ones who never understand and find you either too complicated or simply too boring. We have all been one of these characters at one point of our lives. Maybe with the same person or with various others. Both the tormented and the tormentor.

Making a few wrong choices along the way, however, gives you a new perspective for the right one. And let me add, a whole new level of respect for yourself. Not because you made the 'right' choice but because you had the courage to make 'another' choice everytime you met failure. Because failure isn't important, but the capacity to Love is more important than it. It takes a while before you recognise, accept and slug your life ahead. But when you are ready for the cupid to hit you again, flowers bloom, music flows and you are back floating on pink candy floss.

I have met one of those few rare gems who is a big part of my life and has made me a bigger part of his, not because but despite of me. There are times I love the insane cuddly reactions I receive and other times I am battling it to be more calmer. Love, goes all the way down leaving me warmed on cold winter hours and then goes up chilling me in my mind bringing me unattainable peace. It doesn't mind being lost with me when I need time out from reality and gladly holds my hand to lead when I feel lost. Its this warm fuzzy feeling that I am learning to live and to survive all at the same time. Being in this paradise, I have learnt that sometimes Love is tainted Red filled with infatuation and passion, and intimate moments. And at times it has a soft Pink hue of chocolates and candies, and simply holding hands. Love, my world, my rock.