I Only Live to Love You.

More, each day.

Oh lover, today was just one of those days.
I must admit; the view from where i sit has been rather gray. Actually, quite literally, at that.
Perhaps Mother Nature is feeling a bit blue that the kiddies won't be around to play with her anymore now that education calls, she cries too, you know.

Every day i am constantly reminded of something.
Something good, something bad - just something.
Today, i was reminded of you. I was reminded of you, and loving you. And how great i was at it, well, sometimes.
Actually, i think we were both quite lousy at it, to tell you the truth. But, we loved, nevertheless. It always baffles me at how long we've lasted at the proposal we both made. And the more i think about it, the more stupid it seems. But i dont' think i could have made a better decision. I now know that i do, and always will, love you.
Out of sight, out of mind, right?
Wrong.
Whoever came up with that, really just should have never opened their mouths to begin with.
A child never forgets their parents who may have passed away, just because they aren't around to be seen.
A lover never forgets what love is, just because their loved one is no longer around, either.
I don't see my best friends every day; it doesn't mean that i become unaware of their existence.
Out of sight, out of mind...right.

I heard something acutely (for lack of a better word) STUPID, today - my anecdote, begins now.
I took a shopping trip to the Towncenter today with a co-worker of mine, whom of which has now become one of my dearest friends. Anyway, after browsing at a few stores and subconscious wishlist making, my creeper senses began tingling as i overheard a young lady's conversation. I could not make out certain parts of the conversation, but my ignorance of her previous statements suddenly seemed so irrelevant when i heard her say, "he loved me too much. it got annoying."
Loved...too much? ABSURD. No such thing! Now, i know plenty of people who have been in love, and those very people would find this woman's claim to be exceedingly esoteric considering the only people who think love can happen in an overabundance, are those who have never truly loved - that's a small group of people.
All too often i see souls walking around with only half of themselves because they have fallen victim to unrequited love, the most vicious of Love's cousins. Unrequited love strips apart it's victims of every emotion necessary for mending their own broken hearts. It leaves it's victims weak, vulnerable, cynical, and bitter. Love then, loses a friend.
All too often marriages are broken, families are torn, tears are shed, hurtful words are said.
Knowing that there is such a potent need to for love, one can only scoff at the idea of "loving too much."
Love is the last, and only real duty that we have as humans to one another. Without love, we would be nothing. No souls would be lifted, no smiles would be given. Encouragement would not exist, nor would sympathy. I mean, sanity thrives on affection. It really does. Without love, there is no affection. Without love, we'd be crazy. But then again, we already are crazy. Crazy IN love. Because, thankfully, love does exist.
Love is the only act of man that requires the smallest necessity of materialism. Love allows two people to go out and laugh at nothing and to be joyous and well, in love, just to be in each other's company. Love allows people to no longer see a phone bill as a burden, but as a reminder that someone special is always on the other end of the receiver. Love allows people to take a break from the wild nights out, in exchange for a quiet night in. Love allows distance to feel so minuscule no matter the miles, because it is so strong. Love allows to get angry quicker than we normally would, but to apologize even faster because we know it's not worth the pain. Love balances out what it allows, with what it is given. If it is given purity and truth, it allows happiness. If Love is given doubt and sentimental pretense, it allows heartbreak. Love is the only thing, that really, makes sense; despite the constant changes and absence of predictability. Love is like politics and democracy; it's messy, but it works.
It is never really a matter of someone loving another, "too much," but rather a matter of the other not loving enough.
Now that, that is believable.
Too much love? Unfathomable.

I've had a long day and i'm dog tired.
I love you, nonetheless.
Cheers, darling.
-jLv