Love: A Dissection
You can lose love, carry love, see love, hear love, paint love, know love, have love, give love, need love, and peel the love off the walls and keep it in a jar or make a snowball out of love and throw it into outer space.
It’s a common misconception that you can fall in love, but really love can fall into you….and then fuck your shit up.
Love squeezes through you until you really do fall. But usually it’s just out or apart, and by then you’ve forgotten your own name and way and how how how do you remake it all?
An example sentence: “It wasn’t so much that we fell in love, as my life just seemed to fall down.”
‘Love’ disguises itself in other words.
For example: “How are you?” might mean “I’ve loved you forever. I love so you much my bones rattle when I say your name.” or it could mean “How are you?”
Another example, “I love you”often translates to “You’re an asshole, but I’m getting used to you.”
And then there is the quiet knowledge of ‘love’. The kind that doesn’t peel in the sun. The kind that means what it means when it says it and doesn’t ever really need to say it in the first place. This is a kind of love that bridges are built from that allows them to bend in the wind.
[© 2010 Sophia Nelson]
