Wednesday, November 23, 2005



Soooo many people write about love. They write about what it is and what it is not. So after all this writing about it. I wonder if any of the readers have a clue as to what it is yet? If someone were to write about ice and describe how it feels when you touch it we all would understand and be able to relate to it's coldness. This actually means something to us.

Love is a bit more elusive in wrapping our minds around it. I just want to know what it is so that the next time I go looking for it I will recognize it on the spot.

They say it will make us feel:

  • Safe
  • Complete
  • Valued
  • Never Alone
  • Butterflies
  • Giddy
  • Protective

And ooooh so many other things. The list goes on and on.

Why is it so difficult to find in this lifestyle? Why can't we obtain it? We've heard that love is all around us. Is it love that we're envisioning?

I envision love from someone that is genuinely interested in what I have to say. Someone who is compatible with me. Someone who is faithful. Someone who wants to understand me. Someone who is attracted to me as I am to him. Someone who is honest with me even when it may hurt my feelings. Someone who might not agree with me but that doesn't stop him from loving me. Someone that wants to make a plan with me. Someone that has his own ideas. Someone that is able to express himself intelligently. Someone who is Black. Someone who is kind. Someone who ... Are our lists too long? Is that why we can't find him?

Will it still be love if we begin to scratch some things off of our lists?

Oh hell! I have no idea! I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Don't make me wait to long Harpo! One of these mornings you're gonna look for me and I'll be gone.

I guess I'll start off by loving me.