It’s been quite some time since I have considered this topic. For forty days over Lent I took a break from the idea of romantic love and instead focused my energy into culminating my spiritual powers, my ties with family, my home. But now that Easter has passed, I return to questioning the validity of the repetitious statement that all my friends and family seem to say-“you’ll find him.” What does that mean? I ask them what proof they have, but it seems that a smile for them is the best answer. How can we PROOVE that there is someone out there for each of us? Perhaps some people will have 10 loves and others will have none-mathematically this makes more sense. There are no guarentees for love, great or otherwise, in the romantic field. However, other loves can be found more readily—family, friends, etc. I wish there was a real “Hitch” hehe!
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I don’t even know if I have the words to paint how I feel. I am considerably content being single, in fact it would take something amazing to bowl me over into a committed relationship but…
...why is there still this tugging desire to be with someone? Why is it that periodically I fee a rock in the pit of my stomech when the phone doesn’t ring and while I listen to my friends tell me about their love. But why do I care?
I suppose the question I ask is this—what makes us desire romantic love? Is it some kind of chemical reaction to want to procreate with just one other mammal? Or is it a social training? And if one can’t magically make another fall in love, how do we steal ourselves against this need?
a searching hand into darkness seeks
the warmth and breath of a living dream
a heart that beats in similar time
the laughter that echoes in couplet rhyme
peaceful ambition, a silent smile
my fingers trace the winter storm’s rage
on my window, fogged from my heat against
the cold of the world.
it is ridiculous sometimes to think we control
anything, anyone
that we have a say, an opinion where our lives lead.
we are given gifts of love so many ways, and the
ones that are most precious never fade
but there is never a promise of where or when
or who or how long
instead, an instant is all I wanted
a moment I found
and I keep it in my pocket like a long lost song
next to my lucky penny
next to my hope
a small thing that no one knows, but that makes me smile
for love is in everything, if we look close enough.
I hear my words before I say them and they echo like the Grinch of Romance: Does it really exist and do all people get to try it? Dating remindes me of playing kick ball in gradeschool-always the last one picked and then everyone laughs when you go to bat and miss. And when you lose it, where does it go? In the couch with your change or with your missing sock on laundry day? And where do you find it when you want it later on in life? It sounds lovely to try! If only it were like shopping for Christmas trees-a line of prospective significant others in one fenced-in area in a Smith’s parking lot, each with his own tag with vital information, including all baggage and committment phobias. Hmmm….
I swear I find it every so often; for a fleeting moment it puddles in my hand then drips through my fingers and it streams like quicksilver to the ground. Once, many years ago, I thought I was lost in a sea of it. Raging waters subsided, a desert before me beyond all vision, I wonder this: are we graced with more than one love in a lifetime or was my one chance it? Why do some have it and others not? Is it punishment for action or nonaction, or is it merely a human construct to find order in such disorder, comfort in inevitable chaos? Or do I just think too much? hehe!
