|Frangiponi - the Scent of Love|
They were about my age and arguing. The taller of the two must have had a terrible experience. I heard her say, "I'm Dee-Ohh-Enn-Eee. I'm DONE with love! Frankly, I'm afraid of it."
"What do you mean you're done with love?" The other woman asked. "What are you, stupid? You can't be done with love. And you're not afraid of love either -- you're just afraid of not being loved."
The tall woman listened, shaking her head, obviously disagreeing. Her face got red and she started to say something, but the short woman cut her off.
"You have to be in love, so you won't be by yourself. Ya get it? Naw, you're not afraid of love, you're just angry at how things turned out. You've gotta give it time." Then she gave her a hug.
I wish I knew where the conversation went after that, but it was my turn to pay the cashier. By the time I used my debit card and picked up my bags, the two women were talking with the cashier as she rang up their items.
On the way home, I thought about it. How can anyone be done with love? We are love. It surrounds us. It courses through us.
To turn our back on love would be to deny our very nature. To be afraid of love would be to lose all sense of being alive, like being afraid of breathing. That's not something to be afraid of. Love is as natural as breathing.
Both women were almost right. Love feels wonderful in a loving relationship. In in a non-loving relationship, love does feel awful. An abusive, relationship might make us afraid to trust in love. That makes more sense.
Love is so much more than words, or verses on a valentine, or the romance on a movie screen. It takes work, like anything we value.
When love finds us and we know we have the 'real deal', we realize it's the most important thing in our life and we want to keep it alive forever.
Love is a treasure, a mysterious treasure.
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