The Power of Love

Love is a strangly divisive word. We all have theories about what "real" love is. Some of us believe it is about the first sight phenomenom and others believe it is a slow burning sensation where real love comes through after understanding someone and growing to learn who that person is. There is talk about loving a person being different to being "in love".

For me love is definitely a verb. That is, love involves action, it involves integrity, it involves hard work and it involves faith. We are a whimsical people. We are fickle and impatient and we demand instant results. Real love can seem like hard work because it may not fit into the Hollywood bullshit we were so ignorant to think could actually be real. Just a little memo; your life isn't blessed with a writer writing your lines through your life.

In a world of instants we can sometimes delude ourselves that if we have a bad day with the one we love we can believe that maybe they're not the "one". News flash: hapy ever after didn't mean always happy ever after. There will always be times where you struggle as a couple, but the beauty of that struggle is how you overcome those adversities and show your true colours. My goodness, I am using far too many cliches but that's the point, true and real love transcends all of this and shows that to be truly happy you can snuggle up at the end of a day and laugh at the silly arguments, cuddle up and remember how bloody perfect a simple hug is.

Transparency. Trust. Truth.

Carmen loves me because I have all of the above qualities. Sometimes it hurts to have them because I don't hide anything and she becomes frustrated or angry with me but she ultimately respects me because I don't entwine myself with lies and deceit. This is me. In my worst and in my best.

This is me.

And she loves me.

And she is in love with me.

And I with her.

Happy ever after.