Winter 2002, I was fresh out of my first relationship. I was confused. I thought love was gentle, kind, and patient. But the love I knew was abrasive, selfish, and unruly. I was hurt. I wondered if true love would ever know me, if this kind of love even existed?! In February of that same year, I came across an article in VIBE Magazine that perfectly described the love I so deeply desired. I was hopeful. Suddenly, my break up didn?t seem so bad. I was confident that I would find true love? for real. In reading this article, I hope that it speaks to you the way it did to me.
?Crazy Little Thing Called Love?
?Love. Can?t define it. Refuse to. Ask 10 different people what love is, and you?ll get 20 different answers. I could probably give you 40, most of them stolen from moments I?ve experienced with Dinah Washington (??the thought of you makes my temperature rise? like a summer with a thousand Julys??); Prince (?What?s it gonna be, baby? Do you want?him? Or do you wantme? ?Cause I want you?); or even Ghostface Killah (?Your whole body looks wild /with your rugged profile/Enough to make a hardrock smile?).
May 12, 2001, was the day my ship came in. As I stood in front of my bride, looking into her eyes, I was rendered speechless by her beauty. Never more so than that day. I was holding my wedding vows, and being asked to define the one thing I could never find words to express, to an audience of 130 people. Well, here goes nothing.
?My feelings for you remain so profound, so primal, so real, that I lack ability to voice them,? I said. ?Why does God feel I am worth of one of his angels?? I?ll never know. But I?ve learned never to question His gifts, but instead to cherish them as I do the air that I breathe.
?I promise to always protect this beautiful friendship that we have- to communicate, to listen, to appreciate, to praise you. I stand here in awe of you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and maybe one day, I?ll create a phrase that fully encompasses my feelings. Something deeper that the three words that leap from my heart every single time I hear your voice, look into your eyes, or hear the simple mention of your name: I love you.?
Not a dry eye in the house. But I was cool. Didn?t tear up or nothing. I smirked. I was the man. But then as Donny Hathaway?s ?A Song for You? fell from the sound system like a gentle rain, I felt that twinge.?This is it.?This is the woman I?m going to spend the rest of my life with. I saw our children- and grandchildren-flash in front of my eyes. The house. The anniversary parties. The whole nine.
Not going to cry. I looked at her through the veil, tears of joy running down her face, ruining her makeup. Beginning to waiver, but no tears. ?We did it? I started bawling. The whole world disappeared, and it was just me, her, and Donny Hathaway?s voice.
?I love you in a place where there?s no space or time. I love you for my life. You?re a friend of mine, and when my life is over. Remember when we were together. We were alone, and I was singing this song to you?
That?s my definition of love.?
So what?s yours?
Source: http://www.avahtaylor.com/2011/07/matters-of-the-heart/
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