How can he ask me to write about love and conflict seperately? And then finally about joy, also separately? Are these three enigmas not an inseparable trilogy, each volume making much less sense without the other? Inextricably intertwined giving depth and value to the other? Each a balance by which we can appreciate and survive their sum?
Not coincidentally, while out picking up a present for him, the assigner of the writing project on love, conflict and joy, I came across this little ditty that read: « Love me when I least deserve it, because it is then that I need it most. » Of course we are bombarded with all sorts of these little inspirational quotes and words of wisdom (some profound, some not so much) through mass and social media. But this one struck me.
We only hurt the ones we love because they are the only ones paying attention, who are invested. And because we don’t stop being stupid humans just because we have fallen in love or love or are being loved. It’s inevitable. Walking away will only lead you to another fallible human. But walking away is EASY. Being vulnerable is NOT.
He has a small habit of dropping two tonne bombs in the form of casual questions and innocently but actually expecting me to catch them gracefully like a feather; answer them.
What is love? Oh my. What a guy, what a guy.