This thing Called Love...

   "The best sort of love isn't the sort that knocks you with a jolting bang of fever and passion, that can fade too quickly. Or that spins you around in millions of circles of stars, morning always arrives...
  The best sort is the kind that creeps in softly while you're still sleeping; it sneaks underneath your bolted door, treads inaudibly up the stairs, softly opens your bedroom door and tenderly wraps its arms around you, completely by surprise...
The kind of love that's been there all along, but has hidden just out of your grasp behind the corner." ~ Ajae Frazer - March, 2o11

"Your lips cover me with kisses; your love is better than wine." ~ Song of Songs 1:2

 What is this thing? This thing called love...

 Sometimes I wish for the ability to express and understand the love I have inside of me... And other times I’m glad it’s such a mystery.

Love undefined, unexplained, untarnished, unbroken, unsolved.

 If you start to define love, it loses some of its magic... It’s like trying to describe to a blind person how immense the sky is or how intense the colours of the rainbow are... or even what colour feels like. Like trying to explain why stars make you smile or the thrilled feeling you get when you think of a certain someone. Like trying to understand why butterflies make you feel extra special when they land on your skin in the early springtime. Or why a grin that someone gives you, or the recollection of moments of bliss, makes you feel happy? It’s like trying to take a laugh and hiding it in a box, hoping to keep it forever... It just doesn't work.

 Love isn’t safe, it’s not comfortable. It can be a scary experience... Yet it’s the only one thing that will give you completeness; because it’s not something you give to yourself, it’s something you give to someone else. And in that giving you put yourself on the line, you take a step out into the terrifying unknown of being completely vulnerable to another human being.
 You say, this is me, please let me love you? Do you think I’m good enough for your love? Will you return my love? Am I even lovable? And so in that fragile state we find our hearts exposed and open to the rejection that we’re so frightened about receiving, like little children, needing reassurance and hoping that the love isn't one way.

 Love captures you unawares, it likes creeping up on you and stealing your heart away when you least expect it. And sometimes, even often, you don't want it or want to experience it because it takes you out of your comfort zone. And at the same time you're always searching for the wholeness of love, that missing puzzle piece...

 The best feeling in the world is the completeness of being totally soaked in one another’s love, filled until you don’t think you can be anymore loved, and yet still giving and loving and creating something greater than you ever imagined possible (and no, I’m not writing about babies, or even sexual-love...  Just pure, raw, simple love that goes past ourselves. 'Cos, that's really what love is: It's beyond us, our control... It's bigger than we could ever be and yet small enough to take hold of our hearts). Love is a secret you carry with you in your pocket, warm and safe until you get to share it with people who are open enough to receive it.

 There’s no gray area when it comes to love, love’s language is truth and it only speaks the truth.

Love can’t lie; love can’t hide the truth without losing a bit of itself. Love has to be shared, it's not selfish in keeping to itself; in truth perfect love is giving all of yourself and expecting nothing in return. Love continues to persist in a world of hate even when it's beaten down on every side; it openly and wholeheartedly trusts, and consistently protects.

 So this Love... this unsolved mystery, unbroken promise, untarnished gift, unexplained action, undefined feeling. Completely losing yourself in love and finding someone else in it, is one of the most amazing things in the world... coming out a different person, is the best.


Yours forever, Ajae ♥