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Edited on Wed Aug-24-05 01:04 AM by Ready4Change
It didn't ask my permission.
Wham! "You're in love now." it said.
"Huh?" said I, "I am? With who?"
"Her."
"Her? Cool. What do I need to do, Love?"
"Don't ask questions."
"Wha... but what if she's mean to..."
"I said, don't ask questions. You're in love, you dope."
"But I need to think this over, wonder if..."
"No you don't. You're in love. It's not a rational thing. Either you are, or you aren't. Are you? Are you in love with her?"
"Hmmm, well, ya, seems I am."
"Well, there ya go."
But I can't help it. I keep wondering how. Why. You know what? I get no answers. I just am. She seems to be too, which is a blessing.
It's an odd thing, really. One day, we weren't in love. Totally separate people, totally separate lives. We knew each other, were friends, but in love? Naw.
Then, wham, we were. Just instantly in lockstep with each other. There is no arguing with whatever this is that binds us. I, being the rational sort I am, have tried to delve out it's mysteries, but it's a blank wall. Nothing there to see, except the fact of my love for her and, apparently, hers for me. (Have I mentioned the blessing of that? I have? Good.)
People have asked us how we get along so. We've no answer. We just do, we just ARE. It's not like we are now one person, somehow merged to a single brain. We are definitely two separate individuals. But we, our lives, are together like woven cloth, like the parts sewn together to form a glove, like the fingers of two hands meshed together while walking.
Ever wonder how the sun sets behind the mountains, just so, at the end of the day? Ever find a satisfactory answer? No? Think that'll stop the sun from setting, just so, tomorrow evening? I don't think so either.
I don't know how to make love stay. I don't know how it got here in the first place.
I suspect anyone who THINKS they know how this stuff works is kidding themselves. They may know how they got laid. They may know how they got a date. But LOVE? No one knows how that works. It just does, or it doesn't.
For me, now, it does. It's a blessing.
I hear you say it's stopped for you. Sorry to hear that. But watch out. I've also heard loves got a new pair of really quiet shoes, and a new bashing hammer it's dying to try out...
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