I started writing a think piece. Then, I cleaned it off. Then, I started writing a poem. I cleaned it off again, and now I’m writing a think piece once more, but with a bit of a twist to it.
I love the idea of love so much. If I could name the five things I would happily talk about forever, love would be in the top three, or maybe even two. I love how deep it is. How wholesome it could be. How utterly overwhelming. How scary, as well.
And I think this last bit is the part that intrigues me the most about love. Love is fear. Because love is deciding every day to choose a person.
You’re not sure how deeply this person may or may not feel about you. You know very well that your heart may be broken severely in the process. You know you may just as easily lose your soul, as well. But you wake up every day and say, “I choose you.”
Because yeah, I keep choosing you.
How scary is that?
While this type of love is the romantic type of love, and the main reason I decided to write this post, there’s another love that exists. A love that fills me with a different kind of joy from the former. It’s the non-romantic kind of love. The type you have with your sisters and your friends and people you hold dear to you.
A friend of mine was hurt about something once. He was so sad and overwhelmed and broke down in tears right there on the phone. Speaking to him that day, comforting him, reassuring him, and letting him know that the things he faced didn’t define him, I was hit with this daunting wave of emotions that made me understand that this may be that other kind of love. In that moment, I could have done anything for him. And it’s scary, but it’s true.
It’s the same way I felt when I had a scare with one of my sisters who was so sick, I practically felt the life being snuffed out of her. And I got on my knees and asked that my life be traded for hers. It was the rawest form of love I’d ever experienced because I knew that if my life was actually requested in place of hers, I’d go gladly and with a smile if it meant she could live.
There are a few people I feel this way about. That I would do anything for. But I love that I have been able to experience this kind of love. Platonic and romantic. And maybe this post may have completely deviated from the way I wanted it to go. But well, when have I ever followed a script with these things? Lol.
I want to share a song that randomly started playing as I wrote this post. It’s beautiful, and though I may not know the lyrics, the rhythm is fitting for this post, and perhaps may give you a glimpse into the plethora of emotions coursing through my veins. Not butterflies. Just peace. Different waves and levels of peace. The kind I haven’t felt in a while.
Anyway, enjoy the song. I should hoard it, but I’m feeling way too happy to. You’re welcome, lol.
Jhymi🖤
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