This a going to be a post about love. So I don't blame you if you just skip over all the context and go straight to looking at the pretty pictures. I would. Because I'm not sure how much I understand it. I've been grappling with this concept forever it seems. I've grown up with love. I've seen my parents together, how they look at each other and how no matter how many years go by they keep getting stronger and stronger. I asked my mom how she knew she loved my dad. She said, "I just know. He is it for me. and I'm it for him." I heard the cheer in her voice when describing how they met and just after 10 months they were married. I kept wondering, but HOW do you know? Are there unique signs? Is it a sudden lightning strike of conviction? Or is it something that grows and develops over time?
I know it exists because I have seen it. It's that tangible glow in a someone's eyes when they look at you.
I've always been somewhat cold. I didn't mind being alone. And after years of disappointment in relationships, I think I lost the point of love. I'm still trying to find it, or if there even is a definitive point to the whole idea/feeling/belief.
Maybe love isn't something you have to understand.
I know I love my family, I know I love my friends and I know I love my animals.
Some things you just know.