believe

To Miss Someone? Hmmm... You can't miss someone who doesn't miss you back. 

And Love? Eep! How about fun & romance & feelings instead?  Well what do you believe? Buddhists believe love is in everything & opening your heart to love everything in return as an act of compassion. So love... it's a bit of a zany concept to me now. Can I still fall into it? Yes... But I view it differently now. 

Ok ok! Someone asks me if I've written anything specifically for Valentine's Day before and I have to say "sorta" because I have but really it's not my thang. Don't get me wrong the romantical stuff is über fun just not when its commercially mass produced. 

We all think romance is a grand thing and all that jazz when we find it with someone we like. It's an abysmal chasm when we don't. Now and again everyone finds themselves walking back into it without any inkling of knowing ahead of time. Ah, but we must all be careful who we care for and hurt along the way. It's not funny when I get hurt so I can't imagine anyone enjoys it. Life is too short and death is far too long... But you decide what works for you.

Here's a 300 sorta about romantical things and not really at all. But it was written for Vday. Ha. Enjoy! kisses. m.

hit

(2-13-2011)

What is it honey? Tell me about it then. 

Love. 

What about it? 

It hits you that’s for sure. Knocks the wind out of you if you’re not careful. 

Let me tell you… Falling is the easy part. The jumping is the tricky part. Most people won’t get close enough to the edge before backing out. 

How does it happen? 

Well you meet someone and you find yourself getting to know each other. All too well. That’s always fun. Soon enough you can‘t stand to be apart and you start telling yourself: It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. And somehow you know you’re in too deep. 

At that moment of depth you know you’ve been seduced by their charm.  The feeling you get when they’re around is overwhelming happy. There is no one else you’d rather be with. You still wonder if it was supposed to be different. 

Wasn’t it? 

Your defenses are down. You are completely caught off guard. But that is love. And then there’s no other way it could have been. It happened when you weren’t looking. A wall you can’t get around, over, or crawl under.

Before too long comes the realization that you're hit. That person’s love has wounded you. You're not the same as you were. 

No way it’s all a big accident and fooling is no longer an option. When you look in the mirror you know by your own reflection that it’s growing inside. 

Love. 

An emotion that can not be caged is bigger, louder and completely taking you by surprise. Standing face to face with the inevitable and its more than you care to think about. You’re consumed with the hope that they are feeling the same. 

How do you know?  

My dear, you don’t. Have to believe they’re hit just like you.