There used to be a time when I used to wait with bated breath for this day! Being a diehard romantic at heart I grew up on a staple of mushy movies that had the swashbuckling hero swing his breathtakingly beautiful maiden into his strong arms for a heart-stopping kiss, in the backdrop of the setting Sun. I remember sighing contentedly and automatically reach out for the tissues my friends would pass on rolling their eyes in disgust at my sentimental, corny attitude.
I remember my nose would forever be buried in romance-filled Mills and Boon and Danielle Steele. I HAD to know if the hero-heroine who had been throwing daggers at each other make out at least in the following chapter at the cost of my nails! In avid anticipation I’d let my mind dream!
Going with the flow of the excitement of such a day as valentine’s day; I’d ponder on serious issues like, would it be heart-shaped balloons this time? Mushy hallmark cards? Chocolates? The huge hairy teddy bear? Or the bunch of red roses? I was too lost in the symbolisms of it all that I never for a moment stopped to think of the concept of love or the intention of the giver. On my part I remember writing reams and reams of mindless poetry, flowery language or songs. In fact I used to even donate some of the songs for a song! I remember glorifying wordings like ‘Love is never ever having to say you are sorry!’ ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, and sugar is sweet, just as my love for you!’ Well! Well! Try not saying sorry now, you’d probably get a kick in your rear or have to forego your lunch or dinner!
I cringe in shame and have a hearty laugh at myself as I look back! Yuck! Was I such a fool? But some part of me also feels is it not nice to feel that simple, innocent, fresh rush of passionate love without the disclaimers that appear in later life?
I guess as you age, as you go through life, with experience comes a certain clarity, a certain wisdom and love’s definition also undergoes a change. I would now probably say love is in all things we believe in, wholeheartedly and positively. It is being mature, handling each other with respect and sensitivity, having realistic expectations, being there for each other, being supportive, considerate, accepting and patient. It is when we learn to grow urging, encouraging and bringing out the best in each other. It is the wordless, silent moments that are best described as timeless. It is of course unrealistic to expect all of that, but what is love and life without its share of fights? At the same time it is also my belief that one fights because we care too much. The making up is with a renewed hope of a new tomorrow and the day after.
To quote Robert Browning, love is growing old with each other. I’d wish to add, ‘looking back with a smile and knowing you still feel that love inside you and you carried that hope with you in your heart throughout your life!’
Keep loving people!