Love is

You know the beginning of love..the thing poets write about..books and books are penned about. The giddy feeling..the endless smiles..the pining for each other..the longing..the looking forward to a lifetime together..the dreaming endless dreams.

I sometimes wonder what happened to all of that? Where did all of it go? When did we get so busy with work and deadlines..cooking and cleaning..child and diapers, that we forgot all about love? When did the need to constantly be with each other become not part of the deal?  

Then something like what happened the past few weeks happens. Work totally, completely takes over. Time for even thoughts gets left behind. You barely lift your head up to get the kinks out. Suddenly you find the other person in your life taking over, picking up the slack. The house might be littered with toys (owing to the little hurricane), but the said hurricane is always bathed and dressed up in clean clothes. The dishes might not get done regularly, but every time you need food it is given to you sitting down in a clean plate. You might not sleep on the same schedule, but someone gets up at 4:00 in the morning to not find you next to him..comes looking for you..and give you a blasting for not having had a shut-eye in the past 20 hours and drags you to get some sleep. And while your tired mind is trying to shut all its processing, a hand reaches out in the dark and gives your hand a squeeze.

With all of this a realization comes, the love is there. Just morphed into something different. Grown, matured, calmed down, a steady beat under it all. So much part of who you are that it does not need that constant stating anymore. A silent stream that flows through your life, vitalizing everything without constantly needing to let its presence known.

A movement catches the corner of your eye..you look up..to find him on his hands and knees mopping the floor, because he knows you like the floors clean at the end of the day. And you fall in love all over again. With the same person. Just a little deeper. Just a little bit more.

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68 thoughts on “Love is

  1. I cannot tell you just how beautifully this is written. Loved it to bits, Comfy.

    With age, love does mature. And its presence, however silent, still means the world to us.

    Wish you all the love! 🙂

  2. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww 😛 😛
    Totally totally relate to it, ya! 😀 😀
    and as years go by we realise it’s not only about holding hands and those passionate kisses n hugs, but about those little thoughts, for getting those gloves as her fingers burn while chopping chilli, or buying her a timer to set an alarm after the whistle blows,…. Love’s many manifestations 🙂 Touch wood 🙂

    Big Hugs Comfy 🙂

  3. Oh Comfy!! i could not agree more…it is but obvious that G reads the blog regularly, but the comments have reduced, instead i just get a msg saying”thanks baby”
    and love moves out of being rosey to more of cauliflower 🙂 but it still makes us count our blessings 🙂 haina?

  4. nice post, i was just wondering all these while, will our love be same forever?
    but you have described in such a beautiful way that i fall in love all over again.

    keep going:-)

  5. the giddiness, the faltering heartbeats, electric currents on finger tips touching, all get replaced by a sense of contentment, a sense of belonging… I would not say I miss all that, I would only say I am happy to have had my fair share, now moving on to something mature, something with more soul…

    I totally get whatever you have described Comfy, and I can only be happy for you 🙂

    There are some feelings that can be described beautifully as you have done, but I am sure there are tonnes more that you might just be feeling, absorbing and smiling 🙂

    And here’s wishing you a lot more love, contentment and bliss! 🙂

  6. Speechless. This is so beautifully written. I was going to write something on these lines, but couldn’t get the right words…and here you are, saying everything I would want to in a more beautiful way.

    Aww and more aww 🙂 Wish you lots and lots more of this wonderful love and togetherness to last forever.

  7. all u guys in love make me feel like im missing sumthingggg biggg in my life… lollll i wanna feel it too 😛 …..and even i wanna go awwwwww 😛

  8. What a beautiful post!!! Awesome!! I so completely agree with you – I am going to go home and hug my husband tight – bechara sat up with me in the middle of the night as I sobbed over one and other stupid worries…

  9. It is only with time that the silence between us or some simple actions by us seem even more intimate than those passionate confessions of love back then…don’t they Comfy?? 🙂 🙂

    I’m so glad D’s looking after you and Buzz so well when you’re busy with work….even doing the dishes and mopping the floor…how sweet of him 🙂

  10. lovely.. could relate to it completely. at one point in time, i was taken in with the heady feeling.. it took me some time to realise how love had morphed.. now i appreciate this mature avtar of love too..

  11. It takes an uncluttered mind to clearly see the blessings.

    A baby at home, lots of work at office is enough to make anyone restless. But it does take a certain calmness(amidst the clutter) and good old common sense to see and appreciate what you did.

    Kudos to you. And hoping and praying very much for the extra work to be over soon.

  12. It felt like reading a romantic novel..just that it’s not a story and for real…

    I’m glad for you..pat on D’s back 🙂

    You know that’s the basic thing..the love is there..a little deeper..matured..calmed down..in a different form…we just need to see that love 🙂

  13. I know me here will be like “wow u exist” .. am gone for long and how much more I dont know.. attributes to internet absence galore.. while the heart knows a different struggle too… you know what Comfy u just wrote the best thing ever {{{hugs}}} and trust me now that I am in dubiety i know how leaving is tougher for all those “meaningless” moments which were not spoiled by Archies/Hallmark or even Florista… it’s just a “did u call Ma” or “wear socks and sleep” or just dicussing “work” to keep mind of “strange” noises that’s tying me down and deep… deeper than I thought :)) .. Lvoe u buzzie .. hope u good

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