The “L” word – Is it really that sacred?
French fries. Football. Taking long vacations. Him/Her. The word “love” has been applied to each. There was once a time in our romantic history when it was sacred. It was only spoken if it was meant. Shakespeare wrote it out in sonnets and in convoluted descriptions in order to affirm a point. E.E. Cummings wrote of his love and admiration in poems that are listed by the volumes. In modern times, we tend to state that there is very little delineation from our love of food, recreation, or our companion. In fact, there are times where we even go as far as to compare our interest in our companion to an activity. Kind of like “I love him more than mangos, but less than a sale at DSW.”
Perhaps one thing that keeps the barrier between feeling love and expressing our love to the world is that we are not certain how our love will be received. Nothing in the world feels more awkward or rejecting than when you say that you love someone and that love is not reciprocated. Equally, love is not something that should be flippantly given to anyone with whom you are in a lukewarm relationship. After all, your love is precious. It should not be equated to mediocre sports teams or food that will be challenged with each passing dietary fad. It should be something that is meaningful. Something that you hold on to and save and share with someone who is going to treat your love with respect, caring, and appreciation. After all, your love is one of the most intimate parts of you. Whether man or woman, be mindful of whom you give it. Because if not treated well, you will build up a wall around it that will make it difficult for the next person to climb.
“I’m scared to fall in love, scared to fall fast because every time I fall in love, it never seems to last.” – Unknown