Love is not about finding someone to live with, but someone you cannot live without. – Hitch
When I was senior in college taking the subject psychiatric nursing, we were required to make a scrap book about growth and development – or something like that. My work was focused on the people that made my life a ‘life’ and that is to say my scrap book was not very long, only eight pages, or maybe because I only did it two hours before the deadline.
In the middle of the scrap book was the page about my Man. It was not very long, in fact it only contained one sentence which covers three photos and it read ‘my strength and my weakness’. To this day, I cannot really think of much to add to that but let me tell you something about love:
Love is waiting for someone, for eight hours straight, only to take her home on the dead of the night, on a 28 Km. ride, and to go back alone the same way near midnight.
Love is periodically checking on someone, not only to check how high is her fever, but to remind her to please take her medicine as it is already time because she always forgets.
Love is holding someone hands, without saying a word, yet being able to say how much you care.
Love is being madly scared in seeing her half-breathing, half-awake, unsure whether to drive faster or slower, because either way, she seems to be having a hard time.
Love is being happy just seeing her home, barely having time to be with her or talk, but the thought that she can now rest is enough to fill your heart with joy.
Love is being extra giving of your time, attention, effort, and going really, really out of your way just to provide warmth and comfort, without asking for anything in return.
Love is looking into someone’s eyes and saying ‘take care, get well soon’ in the sincerest, half-scared, half-fake cheery voice, which you really mean, but more so is saying it to yourself to stop worrying too much.
Love is caring so much for someone, often neglecting yourself and personal needs, especially when she cannot take care of her own self – or flicking a thermometer and checking her temperature while driving.
Love is offering your whole self, making sure you are there, especially when you are needed most, when your presence is enough to serve as the human pain reliever.
Love is being all this and more, to which I am very, very grateful, to a point where I get so overwhelmed tears just roll down my cheeks and wonder what I did to deserve such an amazing gift. Each time I pray, I thank the Absolute for showing me his love through a most, most wonderful person.
Thank you Babe, so much, for being here, for being you.