Mad love

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It’s not boxes of gooey candy, or bouquets of fragrant roses. It’s not decadent, chocolate dipped berries, or silky red lingerie, nor drug store cards declaring your everlasting love.

It’s calling from a business trip to tell me ‘good morning’ even when you’re two hours earlier. It’s cleaning out the cat’s litter box because you know how much I hate that chore. It’s pushing me out the door on the weekends so I can have some ‘me time’ without guilt.

It’s that comfortable silence between us that says so much, and inside jokes that still make me smile. The text messages that make me blush and the looks that make me swoon.

It’s making me laugh until I can’t breathe, and loving me hard enough that it takes my breath.

It’s the little things that tell me I am loved every day, and not just one day out of the year.

When love is not madness, it is not love.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Submitted to WordPress Daily Prompt. The theme was to “write an ode to someone or something you love”

*Photo venue: bridge graffiti near Ebro, FL

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  1. “It’s making me laugh until I can’t breathe, and loving me hard enough that it takes my breath.” BEAUTIFUL! Thanks for the post about the REAL love that flourishes outside of greeting cards and boxes of chocolates.

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  2. I am so grateful for my husband. He is everything I need and want. The little things he does make me so much happier than any big over the top things. He would do anything for me and I would do anything for him.

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  3. I’ve told this story a lot but it’s appropriate here.
    In 1998 I fell in love with a movie, “The Mirror Has Two Faces”, and there is discussion in there between girlfriends about “why marry” it’s just a piece of paper , a contract…and it’s answered with “No, I think it could be more than that. I think it would nice if someone knew me, you know..really knew me. What I like, What I’m afraid of, what kind of toothpaste I use”.

    I was going on 29 yrs old and had had many relationships in my time but all of a sudden I realized why I wasn’t married yet and why I would wait to marry until I found a man like that. A man that knew all my stuff.

    John came out of nowhere, a married man who fell for me before I could think about reciprocating and along the way, I remember thinking, this man..KNOWS me. He sees me, the things I love, the shit that scares me, the potholes I won’t avoid, the STUFF. In that moment, and in the thousands of ways he makes my life better, I knew that marrying him might be the smartest thing I would ever do…so I did.

    that quote at the end, is a favorite of mine. I like Love to be messy, to be complicated, to be hard,,,but honestly, sometimes it’s just nice to be KNOWN. I’m so glad that both of us…ARE.

    (sorry for the novel.)
    xox

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  4. The simple things matter most. Flowers are beautiful, chocolates are lovely, but they’re here and gone too soon. It’s the glances and sweet words and a squeezed hand that radiate with love.
    Beautiful post, my friend. Thank you for this.

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  5. Last night I didn’t get home until 7:30pm because I went to my middle daughter’s judo class after work and I had to fill up Tay’s car. When I came in, Bobina, the youngest daughter, and Tay sat with me in the kitchen while I ate a reheated dinner, caught up on my computer stuff, and we all laughed together for over an hour.

    That’s love. I’m glad we both have it.

    Happy Valentine’s Day, partner.

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