Day 203: Dear Love
Dear Love,
Today I shall talk to you as though you were a person. For indeed, you exist as full and affecting as any human I’ve ever known. You, love, in fact, are so influential that you have caused us feeble people to rise up, fall down, spin in circles, and twist ourselves in knots trying to obtain you, or at least, to be near to you.
Dear love, I thought we should clarify your expectations of me, as I’ve been feeling a little misunderstood. For you, and in honor of all the amazing things you do, you may ask of me the following:
To endure pain. I will. You may ask me to suffer your absence. I will. You may ask me to feel elation. I look forward to it. You may ask me to feel dizzy and tingly and you may ask me to smile for no reason at all. I will. You may rouse me in the middle of the night and open into me like a star-crossed dream. I will acquiesce and envelop in return. You may ask me to laugh. You may ask me to cry. You may ask me to feel fear of loss. You may ask me to feel indestructible gain. You may ask me to plan futures and you may ask me to reminisce the past. You may ask me to fall into the present like a tidal pool and swirl in the intoxication of now. You may ask me to bend, you may demand me to break. You may ask me to stand still and watch and wait in held breath and wanting. You may ask me to wear every one of your colors in a messy kaleidoscope of flesh and bone, spirit and soul,
but there is one thing you may not ask of me:
to feel nothing at all.
That I will not do.
Not even for Love.
