Three Words
He’s professed his love to every single girl he dated. He says there are no rules when it comes to love. No rules to saying the three famous words….I love you. You know when the timing is right according to him.
I can’t say them and I won’t say them…these three words. He says them just as easily as it is for me to sneeze in the morning after sleeping thru the dark night with my window open.
There are rules in my thick book but none in his. I could probably sit him down and graciously point out every rule there is in the book of love, but he doesn’t care to see the obvious. He is the example of love being blind.
I asked him what his rules are this evening and that’s when he stated there are no rules. “It’s never too early and it’s never too late to express your love. But once it’s over you should never go back. It’s all a beautiful frustration,” he said. “If I did have to create a rule book the first rule would be to love yourself.”
Rules are made to be broken in my book. I often break them. I’m not a fan of rules but they are a part of daily life. They determine the time I wake up, the way I earn a small paycheck, the way I drive down a narrow street, and the way I treat my neighbors.
Breaking rules is what makes us feel alive. Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive, including love, but ultimately it comes down to having a heartbeat. When our hearts are threatened we either run or attack.
Love is essentially an abstract concept, easier to experience than explain. I don’t think most women want to hear a guy explain that love is ultimately a feeling of having your soul sucked down into a vortex. Before we know it we have to give up our chance of watching the basketball game on TV because this love has caused an interference with the simple things in a guy’s life. So we stick to using the abstract concept….feel our love and don’t have me explain it.
I realized all this as I sat and listened to him banter back and forth on his rules of love. He sat there laughing at some good memories and shaking his head at the bad ones. I sat there laughing at him for having shared his love with so many girls. So much love was given yet none of it worked out in the end.
Lucky for me he’s staying around town for a bit longer. I’m going to teach him to be a runner next time his heart is threatened. I’ll teach him how to read time correctly so when the next girl walks into his life he’ll eat some Rolaids instead of thinking it was his heart that skipped a beat.
Instead he’ll now know that was his heart beating. It's whats needed to tell him he’s alive and to keep on walking.
I can’t say them and I won’t say them…these three words. He says them just as easily as it is for me to sneeze in the morning after sleeping thru the dark night with my window open.
There are rules in my thick book but none in his. I could probably sit him down and graciously point out every rule there is in the book of love, but he doesn’t care to see the obvious. He is the example of love being blind.
I asked him what his rules are this evening and that’s when he stated there are no rules. “It’s never too early and it’s never too late to express your love. But once it’s over you should never go back. It’s all a beautiful frustration,” he said. “If I did have to create a rule book the first rule would be to love yourself.”
Rules are made to be broken in my book. I often break them. I’m not a fan of rules but they are a part of daily life. They determine the time I wake up, the way I earn a small paycheck, the way I drive down a narrow street, and the way I treat my neighbors.
Breaking rules is what makes us feel alive. Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive, including love, but ultimately it comes down to having a heartbeat. When our hearts are threatened we either run or attack.
Love is essentially an abstract concept, easier to experience than explain. I don’t think most women want to hear a guy explain that love is ultimately a feeling of having your soul sucked down into a vortex. Before we know it we have to give up our chance of watching the basketball game on TV because this love has caused an interference with the simple things in a guy’s life. So we stick to using the abstract concept….feel our love and don’t have me explain it.
I realized all this as I sat and listened to him banter back and forth on his rules of love. He sat there laughing at some good memories and shaking his head at the bad ones. I sat there laughing at him for having shared his love with so many girls. So much love was given yet none of it worked out in the end.
Lucky for me he’s staying around town for a bit longer. I’m going to teach him to be a runner next time his heart is threatened. I’ll teach him how to read time correctly so when the next girl walks into his life he’ll eat some Rolaids instead of thinking it was his heart that skipped a beat.
Instead he’ll now know that was his heart beating. It's whats needed to tell him he’s alive and to keep on walking.
posted by Mr. T at 8:41 AM
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