There was a talk show on CNN some time ago, in which the host always asked his guests, “Have you ever been properly in love”? Of course that always got his guests wondering or reminiscing, and so, I did too. Forgive me a few moments of sentimentality. It is Valentine’s season after all.
I realize as I’ve got older that I have been properly in love many, many times. Hey, keep calm and read on, it wasn’t all hormones. I don’t mean just in the romantic sense that Piers was inquiring about, but with all the wonderful friends that I have known over the years. They may have come and gone, or come and stayed, but I am forever changed by the genuine love grown between us.
It’s the kind of love that inspired countless shared hours of deep laughs, light fun, brilliant thinking and inspiring ideas, and so many fabulous occasions. It is the kind that offers a solid place to lean on while navigating troubles and sorrows.
It’s the kindness of love that draws us to each other maybe for only moments in shared interests and similar stories, or for a quick friendly review of talent or taste. Of course it has also taken my hand and flipped me flat out on the threshold of deep resonating romance, and then even permanently tied me to the indescribable heart-song of my child.
Love is a song made of infinite notes; it’s a never-ending tune that rises and fades like all dynamics of life. There are no real endings because even after we’ve moved on, we left the trail of what we gave.
And so, after all of this, yes, I would get to answer that question, yes. I have been properly in love, many times, maybe always. And, actually, isn’t that really the truth of us all?
Happy Love Day!