Love, to me is…
It was a warm, bright Sunday afternoon, I pushed my sleepy being to take a stroll in the park nearby. My other half was at work, so I had to do it all myself. Of course, persuading me to do something was the hardest thing in my life. As I took my steps lazily to satisfy my motivated self, my eyes paused at the elderly couple sitting in the bench around the quiet corner. The contentment and passion in their face emitted a gentle aura which could attract anyone’s attention towards them. Before I could retract my gaze, two pairs of kind eyes looked at me.
” Good afternoon, young lady.” The old man greeted me and winked at the old woman beside with a smile. Though I felt embarrassed being caught red-handed for staring at them, I immediately hid my expression and responded wholeheartedly. And took long strides as if I couldn’t wait to escape. I reached the other corner and sat on the wooden bench, to rest my poor feet.
The scene I came across a while ago conquered my mind.
” How romantic will it be to hold hands with your loved one in the dusk of your life?”
The thought itself imparted a warmth in my heart. Love, in all probability, is the most described feeling we experience in our life, be it spoken or written. Everything we see, we feel, we come across, and we do in life is somehow related to love, either due to too much love or lack of the same.
Sometimes we fail to recognise the love we generously receive in life. Probably because our perspective is different.
So what exactly is love to me?
Just the other day, my hubby and I went for an evening walk. He received a phone call, and he had to attend it. I was clearly annoyed because it was ‘our’ time.
” He is not bothered, is he?”
I sighed and complained in the heart as I took a step to cross the road, and suddenly his hand held mine, pulling me back. I looked up at my husband, and he pointed his finger to the end of the way, there was a car turning in to the road we were walking by. I was touched for the fact that even though he was talking to someone else, he was still attentive to me. His simple action made my anger disappear and made my evening.
Symbolically, Love to me is, being able to walk with him with one of his arms holding me tight, while the other holding on to the umbrella on an overpouring stormy night.
So what does that mean?
Holding in his embrace implies his care and attention that solely belongs to me. Holding the umbrella means keeping close rest all essential things and people in his life, and the overpouring stormy night symbolises the trials and temptations we have to face together in our life.
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” (1Corinthiams 13:13)