Oh, Darling says:
Surely, I am too young to be thinking about this, nevermind questioning it…
The word “Love” is the most overused and misunderstood word in the English language, and other languages also. Saying “I Love You” means an awful lot different to a sixty year old man than to a sixteen year old boy. At sixteen it’s a quick way to get into a girls underwear with fingers that have just been up his nose not only moments before, but to a sixty year old man, it is the times you have shared with your companion. Your life partner. You’ve shared successes, failures, children, maybe even grandchildren, arguments, nights by the fireplace, storms (literally and figurtively), laughter, memories of falling over ice-skating, fear, ecstasy and most importantly, you’ve shared each other. As Elliot mentioned above, no matter how annoying they may be, you would never change them because that’s what makes them the person that you love. Feeling their body on top of yours, their breath in your ear and their hand in yours is the closest thing you can ever be to becoming one.
There are times in my life when the latter has happened, but there was never that specific connection that we all naively quest for. There are plenty of opportunities for me to go out to try and find it, but I have this feeling that as soon as I see him, I will know. There will be that moment – just like 3.05 minutes into Clair De Lune by Debussy, just like a golden leaf flying in the wind, just like the fluid movements of a ballerina and just like the first time I saw him, those beautiful moments that I will never forget - as I turn around and see his face staring back at mine and gradually begin to smile. My stomach will sparkle, my heartbeat will increase and I will loose my breath because I know, he is smiling at me.
So maybe, despite all my other pages of cynisism and sarcasm, there might, just might possibly, be a tiny ray of hope, dawning on the horizon.
I hope so.
S.E.M
