Why I Love Love (some thoughts of I've had lately)

Friendship and love does not have to be complicated or tricky. It can be simple, earnest, and deep. It should be, I think. Life is hard enough as it is. Just to know that you are able to love someone is a grand gesture. I don’t know what all this talk is about grand gestures—love is grand just by being so wildly incompatible with the chaotic world. I am beginning to see a shift in my expectations of others and for myself. It is really enough to let someone know you care about them individually. It is enough to notice the small things, to do the small things. I have trouble keeping in touch and I have a tendency to burn bridges. I am trying to stop because those impulses are driven by fear—not being good enough, not being anything enough. But what I’m learning is that all anyone really wants is to be noticed, to know someone cares about them, to know that someone knows their name, to know that someone can and will put their arms around them. In a time of such uncertainty, I love that we can do this for each other.