16. When You Can Let Go
I just found out I was truly in love yesterday afternoon. My significant other and I had been at the beach cabana all day enjoying a gorgeous South Florida day when naturally a cat 1 hurricane decided to form in the distance. We decided to wait out the storm instead of driving through it so we took showers and settled in for the wait. I was sitting on the beach chair having a beer and it starts to drizzle.
My significant other starts yelling, it's raining, let's go let's go. I'm all like what the heck are you talking about. Suddenly he says, "I want to kiss you in the rain, come on get up." I started laughing really hard because I thought he was messing with me. He was so serious and grabbed me, pulled me out into the rain and started kissing me. He goes, "I remember the first time we ever kissed. It was on the bus on the way home from graduation night 10 years ago. I'll never forget that and I'll always kiss you, forever in rain or shine!
It was ridiculous and amazingly sweet and at that moment I knew I was totally in love and completely happy! Like finally truly in love when I felt that feeling.
I guess you'll know when something so silly and stupid happens that really reminds you that somewhere deep inside you can let go and let love in! (if that makes any sense at all.)
17. Love Is A Choice
I've been with my significant other for 5 years now. It started off with intense infatuation - writing songs about him and making poetry out of everything he did. I never found him boring, or embarrassing, or insufferable in any way. We never, ever fought. He stuck with me through cancer. I stuck with him through his mother passing away. I was so in love, I thought.
It wasn't until about a year ago, he was in his final semester of college and worked full-time. I work a lot too, but the stress started overtaking him and he started forgetting all of our plans, not being interested in hanging out with me, not wanting to be intimate. I was never nice or empathetic, just always pissed off. This escalated to us contemplating our love for each other and we talked about breaking up. It was devastating. I missed two days of work just sobbing and feeling lifeless in bed (we've been dating for 5 years, but he was my best friend throughout high school prior to that).
This is when I realized I was in love and that he was, too. We fought to stay together. We both realized how poorly we had treated one another and found it important enough to give up the ego, admit our faults, and work on our bad habits. I realized I was in love when I found out that love is a choice that you make, not just a feeling.
Sometimes I think he's embarrassing and sometimes I think his stories are super boring now, and I don't always think he's a glorious incandescent perfect human anymore. And I love him now, more than I ever did.