(Tête-à-Tête on love, 1 of infinity)
In everything I write about there is always a little about love, the ethereal, the chase, the settlement, the inevitable, the surrender, the misunderstanding, and oft the heartbreak that follows the rush. I can’t help myself; it’s simply the most amazing experience-EVER. There isn’t anything like it. Nothing, not even drugs and Rock and Roll can make a person forget the magic of a first kiss, the wallapalooza one that made you feel like Piglet, holding on to a kite-tale on a that blustery day.
I tingle, just thinking about it. To fall deep and passionately, the truly, madly, deeply, Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire, sort of passion isn’t something a woman forgets, regardless if it is the love she ends her days in, she’ll remember the one. I’ve never lost hope, not even when I opened my seventh box of tissues after the Latin lover said, “It’s too soon.” Not when the rocket scientist maintained there were no expectations, and that the absence of evidence was not evidence of absence. Even though I broke in quarters, then quarters of quarters, and then quarters, of quarters, of quarters, until there only shards of me left. Still, I kept the faith. I wrapped my soul and heart so tightly around the possibility of love because I know there isn’t anything in life that comes close to making me glow like pure plutonium.
Love isn’t a lesson that one experiences vicariously, nor is it absorbed by reading about it in the pages of a book. It’s one of those lessons that are learned as you live it, it’s an experience that is not one-size fits all. It is one size, and will expand and contract to the person (couple), the respective individuals that make up the couple, the strength and will of person, the situation, the breadth and depth of a person’s capacity to expand. It’s like Silly Putty. Love is a lump until it’s shaped and will fall with grace, like a silk slip over your hips.
Heed my words though, love is not shaped by controlling words, expectations, or definition. Rather, it’s shaped by actions, come hither looks, lack of fear, trust, lust, chemistry, a pinch reckless abandonment, and let’s not forget, an abundance of passion and desire.
Love isn’t easy but it should be, it’s free but it’s hard to find, it’s not one size fits all, but it fits all sizes, it doesn’t come with instructions, but there are rules you must never break, it’s unforgettable, but it’s not lasting. It can endure an entire lifetime or a mere moment, it’s the most difficult heart attack to recover from but it won’t kill you, but it can take away your breath and will. All covet it, it’s found by few, feared by all, but treasured and hoarded, worshiped and scarified in the name of. It’s quite simply, amazing.
Do you remember you first kiss, your lost but treasured love?