by Art Redwood

Created on: June 10, 2008

What is falling in love, it is that time in one's life, where one takes a little flight of fancy, and leaves their common scene behind, usually well behind, and won't allow it to catch up until it needed to help one carry the baggage, that accompanies all people as they enter into that vast chasm called Love.

It is a wonderful place, of great achievements, and spectacular failures, songs have been written, and acts done to prove how much one must or may love another, it is a place of warmth, and solitude, and terror and uncertainty. It is a place, where one cannot wait, to be with another, and also a place where one puts up with the other half, for the sake of the kids or the joint assets, that they both share.

It is a conundrum thats wrapped in a riddle, and just when you think that you have it figured out you suddenly realize, that thought and reason have no place in a relationship of love, it is hot, and humid, intense, and personal, as it is smothering, and catastrophic, in both it's make up and it's execution.

Over my life I have loved many people in the spirit, however significantly less in flesh, and even fewer over the passage of time, until I am left with the one that I will love until I am no longer able to love at all any more, it a place of wonderment, that after so many years, of togetherness, often times, I still catch my self in my thoughts, and say, I must be crazy in love to stay with this person, just as sometimes, when it's between the places of dark and light, when the house and the children and the distractions, are low and sleeping, I look and think that to love someone such as this is a God send, and a blessing that I can never fully understand nor comprehend, or truly appreciate, it is confusing, liberating, and exciting to be in love with someone who is both a complete stranger, and my best friend all at the same time.

Yet to be without my love even for a day is a terrible thing, there are moments in love where by you wish you where out of love or as far from the thing as humanly possible, yet when love or your lover is not around, the world seems empty, the bed cold and void, and the house empty and stagnant, and devoid of that special something that makes a house a home.

It is love that warms the bed at night, both physically and spiritually, it is love that resonates reassurance when your feet touch in the middle of the night, as it is annoying to say the least when love likes the sheets wrapped around their head, and you like it at your feet. That is the riddle and the satire of love, it is both a drug that makes you feel good, about yourself so love is selfish, but it is also something that is freely given from the heart, so therefore it is a gift, that in it's self makes it a confusing thing to be burdened with, but if I can say one thing about love is that it's never dull and boring to be around it, and certainly the best decision that I've ever made to persevere with it, hands down...

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