What is Love?
I must confess that I don’t buy into Valentine’s Day. I haven’t bought cards, champagne, and chocolate, and we probably won’t have a candlelit dinner tonight, unless we have a powercut. It’s not that I’m not a romantic person, whatever that is, but rather that I think love should be expressed throughout the year in as genuine a way as possible. Love often isn’t glamorous. It’s rarely hearts and flowers. And I’m fairly sure that the true spirit of romance is completely antithetical to commerce.
So what is it? For me, love is when your eyes meet, and all you see are acceptance and gratitude. It’s the bear hug when you meet again at the end of a long day. It’s the subconscious hand-holding. It’s the spooning 10 minutes after the morning alarm has rung. It’s found in the simple acts of making a cup of tea, running a bath, and rubbing tired shoulders. It’s found in nostalgic memory and the average everyday. It’s sharing money worries, the last of the chocolate, and an umbrella on a rainy day. It’s what binds you together when outside forces try to pull you apart. It’s the joke that only you two understand. It’s the communication without words. It’s the passing of a handkerchief. It’s the reminder to apply sunscreen on a hot day, to smile when things go wrong, to take a photo when the view makes you breathless. It gives you colour in your cheeks and butterflies in your tummy. It inspires, it satisfies, it binds. It’s forgiveness of mistakes and acceptance of faults. It’s… It’s… It’s…
Here’s a a movie scene, a poem and a music video that I think you might enjoy today – saccharine free 🙂
Cinema Paradiso – The Final Scene
In A Bath Teashop by Sir John Betjeman
‘Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another –
Let us hold hands and look.’
She, such a very ordinary little woman;
He, such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop’s ingle-nook.
Better by Tom Baxter
So what is love for you?
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