The Truth About Love

“You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.”

~ Bob Marley

I wonder at what turning point in time that our souls became so entranced by the simplest of terms “I love you”?  What defines the one who says it, or the one who hears it…or more importantly, the one who means it?

My difficulty in comprehending the idea of this term of endearment, is that it is just that…a term. Temporary words, that can be taken away as easily as they are expressed.  So, could it be at the moment we became so perplexed with this terminology, we forgot the most important purpose in loving? Our actions…

Actions are not temporary, nor can they be easily undone.  Actions are purposeful and have the power to express our deepest sentiments with not a single syllable spoken.  But yet, we would prefer the easy way out…to say it, to hear it, and rarely to mean it.  The true devotion would be in what we do every single day, the effort to take the time to show the “love” that is so easily spoken of.

I don’t want temporary.  I desire the untouchable and the unspoken.  I want what breaks the barriers and what hides on the other side of the walls that protect the unknown.  I want what the silence brings, to witness what one would do to bear what lies within them.  I want what cannot be put into words, only shown.  Then, might I truly know what it is to be loved?  But more importantly, would I be able to return such a grand and selfless gift, to be able to truly sacrifice the security of my own heart’s protection?


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