Love is Simple

I will never stop being shocked by the power of words. Nor will I ever stop being surprised by the virtue of listening. Combine those two things with a simple hug and you have something unexplainable—a moment—usually one captured romantically or idealistically in movies or novels, but hardly ever known by the common person such as myself.

It happens when you least expect it. All the brokenness of the world is sitting right next to you on the couch, in the uncomfortable silence of a comfortable living room. The best thing to say is nothing at all.

I am not the kind of person who is ever at a loss for words. I have wit and sarcasm to rely on. I am fairly clever and knowledgeable, I am decently in touch with my own feelings and the feelings of others and can at least always reciprocate some sort of emotion as a sympathetic rule of thumb—and if all else fails I have a plethora of poems and great quotes in my brain that I can always regurgitate.

But there are those moments that leave me searching and always coming up short. They have me frantically pulling down books from shelves in the library of my mind, trying to get at the deepest truth I can pull from pages past and memories lived long or not so long ago.

It’s when I am sitting, with the most beautiful green eyes that I have ever stared into, and they are reflecting back to me too much hurt for one girl to take, that unexplainable becomes silence—and then something simple—and then tears and happily ever after.

When she said, “I’m sorry,” I knew she didn’t need forgiveness. Certainly she was forgiven, I would never hold anything against her, but what she needed was something she had never heard before.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

And the library in my brain shrank down. All the books disappeared, all the age tested wisdom from fathers and friends vanished from the shelves and all there was was a little sticky note with three words on it. That—say that.

It was easy. My arms reached around her shoulders and clung to her tightly.

“I love you.”

Lights. Camera. Action.

This is the kind of love you can’t make up. The kind of love that makes your stomach turn over during movies. The kind of love that makes girlfriends and moms and old ladies sigh contented, and boyfriends, men, and old guys roll their eyes. This love said, “I love you,” and nothing else—and then there was silence—and then there were tears.

And then she said, “I love you,” back.

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