Writing about love is an interesting venture. I feel as if I am one of the few not afraid to admit that love is incredibly important to me. With love, my few close friends become family, the children I spent time with in Guatemala become my reason to keep on, and a stranger becomes a star in my life’s story.
I’m a believer in deciding to love. This can be applied to anyone- loving a family member, a friend, a stranger, or the most mysterious love- the love of someone you hope to spend the rest of your life with. I do think their are certain people you are more apt to decide to love, which I believe comes from shared values, or experiences. However, that is something that is still a mystery to me. There are people in life who you may desire to love more than others.
But, love is a forever word. After you decide to love it stays with you, growing or fading. From my experience, I do not believe it disappears. However, I think something important to learn is that a heart does mend. Love may not disappear, but the love you find for someone else WILL be greater than the love you had once before, and pain becomes nonexistent.
Matilde had an interesting thought. She said that, “you should miss someone in the best of times; that is when you love.” Powerful. You want the person you love to share each moment with you, feeling and experiencing what you do. The eagerness to tell someone you love a funny, or random, story… that’s beautiful to me.
I love you. Te quiero. Te amo. Te encanto. It’s a forever phrase.