I Love You

I love you, but what does that mean? If you don't know,you are probably honest or just curious enough to find out what an untrusted source,like me says.
If you do know you might be suprised to learn a few things that seem odd or cause you to question what you have thought it was.

Love is something that we feel for another person, and is associated to kissing them.but that is on the surface. Real love is a feeling for another person that desires them to the point that the mentioned sort of love is not even a part of it, They would want their object of love to feel sheer joy even if that means sharing a kiss (considered love) with someone else.

Clear as mud? Let me retry. I have seen others who genuinely love, it is difficlt to explain and I am not sure if they even recogbize it themselves because It is not called "Love" and it is not the slightest bit romantic. And because it baffles me I tried to explain it in terms of Romantic love, which it is not,but is a good point of reference. what I am calling real love (again, most confusion is from trying to explain using words terms that sort of transcend the words used to define them) is sopowerful that it evenmore powerfully encompasses that romantic thing to the point that you would love someone so much that you would want them to achieve their happiness even if it meant "loving" someone else. What confused me was the fact that what we call love (well, everyone but Brooksie and I, for us it is the name of a cheese dip )is that romantic thing, but it is so much more!

 In other languages it has different words even. Maybe in English what I am talking about is that thing called "Unrequitted love" cause theonly type of loe is theway you feel about another person physically would be unrequited. But, regardless of what others might assume that I mean, I have loved other people so much that it exhausts me.It reminds me of a conference in Seattle where I heard it explained how a man saw a lady in a yellow dress and asked her to share her story,Knowing she even had one was amazing. But she did tell a true love story about a mean patient who was dying and just needed to be loved and this woman prayed to beable to feel and express a portion of the love that our savior Felt for this man.

She did and then needed a nap beacause it was almost more than she could bear. I think we do have a large unused capacity for love but the point is, we do have a capacity. That has helped me countless times, most importantly when I couldn't understand the behavior of  my little Martian child.

The most important thing that I know about love involves a game of virtual hot potato, to get it you must never hold it for long but by giving love to others you recieve it. So, where does it originate from?  We call it God or our hearts.  It is a feeling of peace or happiness and constantly giving it away increases our capacity for it.

Well, that kept me busy enough so I didn't start crying about being alive again. Life is hard, so what? I love you so you must love me then I love you more, etc.