Written by Maria Palumbo, https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=300901216
Love is not:
A series of small kind acts
Polite warmth and conversation
Keeping a strong face
Lavish romantic gestures.
Being able to sit alone in the dark with another human. Know there is nothing you can do to fix a thing and instead just stay.
It is witnessing all of the things that come up when you cannot change your love’s reality. And instead of quelling your pain over their pain with being “helpful,” simply breathing with them instead.
Love is wanting to be as close as you can be to every inch of them, because you cannot help but desire everything they are.
Love is being able to have fun in any situation. Like get-you-kicked-out-for-enjoying-life-way-too-much-fun.
Love wants you sober. Not the life of the party. Love wants to look at you and trust you will be really there looking back.
Love doesn’t care too much about your job. Or your mantra. Or your guru. Or your hair. Love is not impressed by the things we are told to impress people with. Love just wants you naked and free from all those things.
Love is feeling them even when they are not there. It is remembering them regardless if they can remember themselves.
Love is showing up, even if you are not asked to.
Love is having an authentic response without cruelty and also no longer cushioning the truth.
Love is forgetting who you are and remembering it, all at once. The stuff that could hold you back about your past, can’t work here anymore. It is both terrifying to feel the shift in your identity and also liberating.
Love is noticing where you both are lying. And calling eachother out.
It means the illusions of brokenness are shattered. Love expects you powerful. And treats you so.
Love knows you are not perfect. Love wants you especially when you are raw and undone.
Love is a series of seeing the other. The shadow and the light. It is tenderness and truth with these parts, at the right time.
Love is wanting to know where they came from, how they got here, where they are going. Interested in the person behind each trigger or moment of peace.
Love is endlessly curious. Never satiated with the knowledge of what makes someone tic.
Love is being able to laugh hard. Truly finding the absurd humor in most things— for the weight of love is light.
Love takes hundred percent responsibility for causing hurt, without becoming a martyr. In love each issue is resolved with all taking full ownership of hurts or confusion.
Love is feeling completely unprepared by the depth of what is shared. Feeling like a child. Acting like one sometimes. And proceeding forward anyway.
Love will show up when all else have abandoned you. They will not know what to do only that they love you.
Love is risking reputation, importance, and even the relationship itself, to fully adore the human in front of you and the being of your own soul.
Love is freaking out. Or staying calm. And loving just the same.
Love wants what is truly the most powerful mind blowing heart connecting relationship for you. Regardless if it involves them or not.
Love is saying the thing others won’t say. It is speaking up and creating relationship through each word shared.
Love doesn’t die or go away. No matter how much weight they gain or lose, how moody they are, how healthy or unhealthy. Somehow the flame of love keeps burning bright through every storm.
True love is a secret to all except children, the old and dying, and the mystics. The wise never truly know how deep their love can go, and spend their lives finding out.