Let Me Count the Ways

 

Let Me Count the Ways

 

The older I get, the more I look back on life with a little more perspective, and the more I see things differently than I did in my wild, younger days.  Well, that’s really a lot of bullshit, because I never really had wild, younger days.  I had the misfortune of being bogged down with adult responsibilities since before I could talk.  However, I had wild, youthful notions through inexperience and naivety, especially when it came to love.

Having a conversation with a very close friend last night about love, about being in love, about responsibility and accountability, it reminded me of the things I loved most about the people I have loved, and even some I continue to love today.  Why do we love the people in our lives?  It reminds me of the practice of picking a daisy and plucking the petals with “he loves me, he loves me not”, or some lame poetic utterance of, “Oh, how I love thee… let me count the ways.”  Really, what are those ways?  What are the things that we truly fall in love with about someone else?

I’d like to say that in my past relationships that I fell in love with a heroic act, that my superman swooped in and saved the planet, saved me from uncertain death, or saved me from unhappiness, abuse, or a life depraved.  But, I can’t say that, because no one ever saved me from anything.  I have fallen in love, only in different ways, for different things.  It was never for those big reasons, or even for those shallow ones like sex, physical features, money or fame.  No, NONE of those things ever seduced me.  It was cleverness, compassion, thoughtfulness and nerdiness that stole my heart.  Deep conversations, wild speculations, imaginative curiosity, individual reflection, courage, passion, and confidence… oh, let me count the ways.

Touching is nice.  Sex is fantastic. Chemistry, fire, passion… they all burn hot, and it’s all good.  But, it’s playing trivia, sharing a song, contemplating deep thoughts, debating philosophy, sharing nerdy passions like a favorite movie, tv show or video game, sending silly memes, talking about embarrassing moments, texting me when someone does something to make you angry or happy, sharing dumb jokes, podcasts, videos, or just the everyday things, etc.  THESE are the ways that steal my heart. These are the moments that are remembered and cherished.  Passions fade.  Bodies get old.  Things rust.  But, moments of love… those are the ways that last forever.

Till next time,

~Petal Plucker

 

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