A Note on Love

A Note on Love


I, as most would, say that I have seen true pure love, but what defines Love?  What in its purest essence is Love?

This night I saw what I would define as Love and I want to share what I saw.  Two people entered a room and the rest of the room darkened.  A light fell over them and there was a sense of unease in the rest of the room. Unease due the rarity of sensing what True Love is.  Jealousy, Longing, Admiration, were all exuded from the room.  The two were enraptured by each other and released a glow when in contact with the other.  They gave off the sense that they could, at that moment, watch the world end and as long as they were together they would meet it head on and be content.
I thought that I had this once, I think back to all of the feelings of being in love.  I can see glimpses of this completeness, but never have I seen anything to that extreme before.
I felt a complete isolation between the pair and everyone else. From outside this appears as a negative.  Why would a pair choose to ostracize themselves from the rest of people so completely.  Then a sense of supreme personal loneliness that can only be satiated by what that pair has, fills you, and you are utterly befuddled by how to achieve something so magnificent.

I long to be a part of something like this.  I am witness to the fact that love is something that grows and, this sense, has had to overcome pain and sadness in order to shine so bright. It is not normally something that happens quickly and that the roots likely have already started to take hold somewhere in my life.  I just pray that they find good soil in order to really start to spread soon.  I yearn to be part of something so numbingly beautiful.


One Day,

C. Fletcher