Falling In Love

photo-22I can’t recall the exact moment I became enamored with love. I just know for as long as I can remember it’s enthralled me. Even after trying it on for size, falling hopelessly, and later gluing the shards of my broken heart back together I continued romancing the elusive vixen.

 
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Four silly little letters once combined in a specific order can rock a person’s universe unlike any other of the letters in the alphabet. As a united unit, the letters L.O.V.E. can alter a person’s appearance. Some say— likely non-believers—that love is not tangible or physical, but I disagree.

Have you ever witnessed a person—yourself included—in love’s firm grip?  Can you recall the look in their eyes and how they carried themselves? It’s noticeable. Equally visible is a lover on the wrong side of a passionate relationship. A fractured heart is undeniable. But when it is good, love is discernible in the eyes and body: bright and hopeful, taut and upright. But when the bottom falls out, those baby blues are dull and dejected, and the body is slack and hunched.

Love is not limited to a singular type, size, or duration. Hostile borders do not intimidate it. Nor can any keep it contained. It has a force of will so great none can resist its provocative wink–Julius Caesar and Rhett Butler, to name a few who fell under its spell. Once love is entwined with the fiber of our being it regulates our life force. When it leaves—often for no particular reason—it’s no wonder a person can’t function. Most of us fail a few times before accepting it’s a complex emotion with layers, stages within phases inside of nuances. As a writer of romantic stories, I keep a short list and prefer exploring the broader junctures:

Falling
Wrapped in love’s cocoon
Picking up the pieces

Falling

I liken this to June Carter’s song for her husband, Johnny Cash, “Ring of Fire”. She wrote it when she was falling for the man in black.

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire

Wrapped in loves cocoon
There are books, poets, and singer-songwriters who’ve written hundred of thousands of songs on this phase alone. One of my favorites is “Iris”, by the Goo Goo Dolls

And I’d give up forever to touch you
‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be

Picking up the pieces
For me there is only one voice that can sing broken heart and that’s Patsy Cline. “I Fall to Pieces” pairs nicely with any of reds. I’d not argue that there are other songs and singers who’ve cornered heartbreak. Taylor Swift and Adele have made a living baring their souls in verse. But Patsy and me go way back…

You want me to act like we’ve never kissed.
You want me to forget, pretend we’ve never met.
And I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I haven’t yet.
You walk by and I fall to pieces.

As harrowing as a loss can be we’re not wired to walk away from the flutter of romantic passion. Myself included. There were a couple of times in my life when I came close to entering a convent but my foolish heart had other ideas. She kicked me to the curb when love was in the air, immune to our tattered past. Damn if I didn’t try to pull her in at the start of something I knew was doomed. Didn’t listen to a single warning. When it was all over, it was that cracked heart of mine, Patsy, and me filling the glass with a hearty red.

Eventually, love would come to bewitch and define me as a writer. I didn’t choose to be a writer of love stories. I tried fighting it. A writer friend reminded me that I have a knack with matters of the heart and way of saying what a woman feels on the inside but doesn’t dare utter to the outside world. I never thought it was attribute, more of annoyance. I’ve envied other writers, the literary types who can articulate in abstract, but’s not me. My friend was right about my writing voice. Thanks, Kelly. 

I never tire of rediscovering the rush of falling, the loss of self in the moment, and the wretched aftermath–on the page. I’ve been here. I’ve swallowed the pain and washed it back with hearty guzzle, and damn if I didn’t swear to myself, never again. Ha! Truth is I can’t resist a good love story.

Did you every throw caution to the wind, even if the odds were stacked against you and give way to romance?

For the one I lost but have never forgotten. xo

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I’m a writer and hoarder of one-size-fits-all panty hose. Until the hose fits over my bum, I write to provide an alternative view on writing and perfection.

12 thoughts on “Falling In Love

  1. I love that you love to write about love. To me, a great love story makes any story, memoir, literary, historical, fantasy, more compelling. I adds a passion, and intensity, and purity, that would be lacking without it. And you write with such passion and humanity, I’m not surprised you’ve found your writing voice in the thrall of love.
    Deborah brasket recently posted….Dreaming of Death—Oops, BearsMy Profile

  2. Love can be defined in so many abstract forms, as you say.
    “Eventually, love would come to bewitch and define me as a writer.” If I may borrow your thought, it would apply to me as well. Not that I am a romance writer … but I am being romanced by writing. This desire, passion, compulsion to express myself has me in its grips and will not let go. So this is where I have thrown caution to the wind at this stage of my life and given in to falling in love once again.
    (Apart from the grandchildren, of course, but that’s a whole different story!)
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  3. You’re welcome, Brenda. You really do have a gift for conveying emotions. It’s a strength. Please don’t ever think of it as an annoyance. Your books have made me cry, blush, and fall in love all over again. That’s truly special when you can make a reader feel like that. I know you are going to have a great following of very loyal readers.
    Kelly Hashway recently posted….Friday Feature: Snip, Snip Revenge (Review)My Profile

  4. All writers must write from the heart, Brenda. You’ve found your voice and your niche, and you express all the emotions of love with raw and honest intensity. Keep it up, girl!
    Blessings!
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  5. Love encompasses so much, Brenda. Running through my head these days is John Lennon singing, “Love Is Real.” I’m guessing it has something to do with the loss of a very dear cousin. Time and geography distance us from people, perceptions color the way we feel at any given time. But that thing called love, which the heart knows best, runs deep.
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  6. Yes, I did! And stepping outside my comfort zone and moving to the wild, dangerous side brought about the romance and 2nd marriage and love of my life that I live and travel with now. I’m in Arizona this week far from him and your post makes me feel a rush to get back home. Love these lyrics you’ve shared too, Brenda!

  7. Oh Brenda! Just this week my 18 yr-old daughter watched the Patsy Cline Story with me, not knowing her life story but very familiar with her music since Patsy Cline is my karaoke go to, and cooking companion. Poor thing was shocked by the plane crash.

    Patsy’s grave marker reads “Death Cannot Kill What Never Dies: Love”
    Love, could anything else be so simple and yet complicated at the same time?
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  8. All of my stories have to have an element of romance. I’ve realized I can’t write a story with it! I just feel that my characters deserve love, even if the story is dark. Sadly, I don’t think I ever let go of my fear to give way to romance.
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