Tuesday, August 08, 2006

"Why do you call me ‘Love’,” she asked.

Long pause.
“When I began courting, soon into the relationship woman began to ask me if I loved them. I would tell them ‘No’ and that I did not know what love was. They would tell me that love is a selfless thing but they didn’t seem to like the fact that I didn’t love them much so they would soon leave me. For the next while I told woman that I did love them but they, too, did not stick around long after. I realized that saying ‘I Love You’ didn’t add enough to the relationship for them to stick around so, naturally, I didn’t say it anymore. I was back where I had started, trying to figure out what love is. It’s been a long time since I began thinking about love and for as long as I’ve thought, only one thing has become clear. In order to love you have to be willing to be uncomfortable.

You see, I think love is willing to do something for someone else that you wouldn’t do for yourself. For years and years I haven’t been comfortable with saying ‘I love you.’ Even with my family, I wouldn’t assure them of my love because I still hadn’t come to grips with what love really was. I call you ‘Love’ because I am willing to sail across the ocean for you, take a bullet for you, and dance through hoops for you – which would be extremely uncomfortable for me because I hate dancing and I’m not too fond on walking through hoops but for you I would. Well, I guess it’s just that I’m willing to be uncomfortable for you and I know that being uncomfortable for someone is selfless and selflessness I guess is love.”