I have a proposition for you: let’s show a lot less love on Valentine’s day and a lot more every ordinary day.
I’m surely not the first to make such a call to action, but I feel like it’s important to remember what love really is. And I will try and do that by stating first what love ISN’T.
- a red teddy bear wrapped in plastic
- a clumsy “I Love You” on February 14th, for the sake of the day, not the person next to you
- a red rose
- a post card bought from the supermarket that already has a text on it
- humble brag on Facebook, showing how surprised you were by your boyfriend’s early present
- a heart-shaped breakfast in bed ( who can eat breakfast without brushing their teeth anyway? And if you get up to brush your teeth you can’t call it breakfast in bed anymore.)
- going out to fancy restaurants one day a year to eat the same overpriced food and drink the same wine as hundreds of couples
- writing a loved-up post on your significant other’s Facebook wall for the world to see
Most probably, love IS the subtle feeling that you’re HOME when you’re with the one you love:
- home when you embrace him/her, when you feel their subtle scent that only you have access to because it’s well hidden on the side of their neck,
- home when you get to see him/her after a long day of work and smile suddenly comes to your lips,
- home when you end that horrible fight with a crazy, teared-up hug and you can finally breathe,
- home when you look into each other’s eyes without saying a thing, but knowing what the other is thinking and feeling.
And who says you can’t go home everyday?