Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Chicken Noodle Soup for tha Love Sick

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ..It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs...Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth....It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. " - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

My definition of love has always evolved as I have evolved. When I was a little girl, love was my mother and father and sister. Love was my grandmother. It was bear hugs and bed time stories, it was darkened by anger and sustained by my own childish ability to forgive. I didn't know about love's pain or it's joys even. I only knew that it was warmth.

When I was a teenager love took a new shape altogether. It became exciting. It was cutting class to go to Jack London square with Gerald. It was taking pictures at One-Hour photo for Valentine's day. It was he said, she said and prom pictures. It became hurtful, revengeful, powerful and impossible. I lost trust and virginity and gave time I could have spent on something else. It may not have been love at all, but it made my heart beat faster than an amusement park ride.

Now, at 24 love has settled down. Love is assuming the best at all times, and letting go of insecurities. Love is like a highlighter, bringing to focus everything you thought you could cover up about yourself. Love digs deep and wants to know. It recreates you and smooths out your rough edges. Love is meeting half way, but sometimes it's give and take. It hurts the most when it's not real, or one sided. If feels the best on Sunday morning. Love is like a drink of water; refreshing, pure and vital. Love lost is love gained. And Whitney was right...the greatest love of all is for your self.