What is Love?
...A Toyota Corolla
What is Love? …Is it Telepathy?
Is it having an entire conversation without saying a single word?
Is it sensing the other person is unwell, simply because you’ve felt restless all day?
What is Love? …Is it Curiosity?
Why do you move the way you do?
What’s that dark spot on your back?
What’s your mom’s favourite flower?
Why do you hate chocolate?
Why’s your phone on silent around 2:00pm everyday?
What is Love? …Is it Intimacy?
Is it the joy of deeply knowing someone and the pleasure of being equally deeply known?
Is it knowing them so completely that they become an extension of you and you of them?
What is Love? …Is it Attention?
Is it stepping in to take over a conversation because you can tell the other person is socially drained?
Is it always picking up a French Vanilla latte because they once mentioned it’s their favourite?
What is Love? …Is it the Small Things?
Is it remembering they have an exam and calling the night before to calm their nerves?
What is Love? …Is it the Big Things?
Is it travelling to a different city or country because the other person needs help moving?
What is Love? …Is it Time?
Is it watching a TV show you couldn’t care less about, just because they asked?
Is it seating next to them while they do the dishes, because to be elsewhere just feels off?
What is Love? …Is it Intentionality?
Is it making the other person feel seen, even in the smallest of decisions?
Like, “I’m stepping out for bubble tea—want me to grab your favourite?”
What is Love? …Is it Conditional?
Is it saying, “I have exactly five fucks to give. You get four—the last one’s for me. It’s grace, for when the others have been depleted”?
What is Love? …Is it Being in Sync?
Is it when the gap between how you feel about them and how they make you feel is so small, it’s negligible?
What is Love? …Is it Slight Delusion?
Is it spotting a red flag and thinking, “You know what? One person’s red flag is another’s Christmas tree ornament”?
Is it walking on the side of the road so they don’t have to, because in your mind’s eye, all possible dangers are thwarted by that one simple gesture?
What is Love? …Is it a Feeling?
Is it the warmth that rises in your chest, when they walk into a room?
Is it the spark when you hold hands, the euphoria of a kiss, or the grounding comfort of their hug?
What is Love? …Is it Communicating?
Is it spending hours on the phone chatting about everything, anything and absolutely nothing at all?
Is it talking when the easiest thing to do would be to remain silent?
What is Love? Love is…
It’s all of it.
It’s some of it.
It’s none of it.
It’s whatever you make of it.
I think… It’s all of it, wrapped neatly into something a little less ephemeral.
It’s seeing a Porsche and thinking “Fuck, that’s a beautiful ride“,
but having absolutely no desire for it,
because my Corolla is just perfect.
I love how it rides.
I love its quirks, its edges and curves.
I love the funny sound it makes when I turn the ignition.
I love how much space it has for all my baggage.
I love its imperfections, because they’re mine to live with.
And most of all…
I love how it always, always, feels like home.
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I think love is partly all of this and partly what we create from it in our own unique way. Happy Valentine’s Day, Edmond! ❣️