I’ve been thinking a lot about love these days.
Not the fun, flirty kind of love. You know, a note from her in your lunch bag signed XOXO, stolen kisses in a dark movie theater, a romantic dinner that ends with a shared dessert.
That’s the easy kind of love. The kind that feels like you’re walking on clouds or eating a bowl of toasted marshmallow. You might even think that your heart will explode like a big red water balloon because you’re so full of love.
But what about the other kind of love?
It usually appears when things are not all peace signs and rainbow stickers and bright magic marker-colored velvet posters.
It is love that requires effort. It is can’t-you-see-I’m-loving-you love with fists clenched at your sides and all of your breath bottled up deep inside.
It is quiet love and patient love. It is steady as a heartbeat and solid as a big brown rock.
It loves even though or despite or regardless. It doesn’t care that your hair is messy or your eyes are puffy or that you are all snotty.
It tries not to nag or to hover or to ask you for the billionth time if you are ok.
It is like a good waitress. “Let me know if you need anything,” it says. It brings you cold water just in case and maybe even a small piece of chocolate wrapped in shiny green foil.
It waits. It will always wait. Because it is love. It never gets bored or tired. It waits and grows until. Until it is time. Until it is the right time. That’s how it is. This kind of love.
It’s like a ninja in red silk pajamas waiting in the shadows until she is ready to be loved again.