I feel love in little things. I feel it in the subtlety. There is sweetness in the mundane and the ordinary. In being seen. I feel it when someone remembers your favorites, or how you take your coffee. When someone says “text me when you get home safe” and “you would love this”. It’s the platonic I Love You’s. It’s the safety in being surrounded by the ones you care for and care for you back. I give love to my world and it is always reciprocated somehow. There is love in feeling safe, like when you were a child being tucked into bed, mom and dad checking the closet for monsters and finding none. We carry love in our hands and pass it on to each other back and forth like little kids.
It’s the feeling of being seen that carries through childhood into adulthood. Don’t we all want to feel seen? There is something saccharine about people looking through the façade. We pretend we don’t need to be noticed, but we are human. As children, we yearn for love and attention, reaching out when nothing goes right. As adults, we still reach out, looking to fill the blanks. Something is always there to touch our hands, whether it be a person or our favorite song. I feel abundant in love because I know there are those who see me. I feel the plentitude when I watch my favorite movie or hear my new favorite song. I feel rich because I am surrounded by this feeling.
I also feel the heaviness of grief every day, it is the price of love. There are moments when it feels like love cannot reach us, but I still have faith that it will meet me somewhere. They say grief is love’s souvenir, that love happened here on these ruins. Regardless of grief, love will always find us. I feel it in the details. It is enough to believe in that.
Photo from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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