The Four Letter Word

I'm feeling lovey dovey this past few days. Maybe its the hormones that's playing up and down my system. I just felt like posting a topic about LOVE. Its nothing romantic actually, just expressing and describing it.

I truly believed that it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. It's the four letter L word. It's the one syllable word that causes butterflies to flutter in my stomache, make my heartbeat skip faster, and my pulse quicken.

It's the one word that causes my tears of joy to flow, washing away all my sorrows from my heart through the windows of my soul. And it's also the word that causes me pain and worry inadvertently.

To me, Love at first sight is when a mother beholds her child for the very first time and a lifetime pledge of unflailing love which is promised in that one single glance.

As for sibling love is the one you share with the brother who teases you mercilessly, hides your most prized teddy, and sniggers when he pulls your ponytail loose in a mall, but doesn't hesitate to avenge the first guy to trample over your heart.

Whereas Puppy love is the little boy who gave you your first flower in kindergarten. And in return, your friends will start teasing you and make you blush from your puppy love.

Incomprehensible love is being Daddy's little girl no matter how old you are. It's when Daddy walks his little girl down the aisle while remembering some time not so long ago when he was walking her to nursery and she was whimpering. This time, it's Daddy who has a suspicious sheen of tears in his eyes.

To me First love is that heady feeling I get whenever I think of that special person. Of being an eloquent speaker but when I come face to face with that person, my tongue twists into knots and then make an inane fool of myself, but he laughs and comprehends what I'm saying anyway.

It's also the time when Cupid chooses to practise his archery skills and make me feel the tugging in my heart, the place where his arrow struck a chord. True love is when I know the receiver isn't Mister Universe or Superman or the Hunk from HotBods or he, a hopeless sports fan whereas I know I can't tolerate a bunch of men kicking balls in a field but loving that person anyway.

To me it's finding that quick "goodbye, see you tonight, love" note on the fridge in the morning, holding hands while watching the evening news or finding fulfilment in sitting sprawled on the floor doing jigsaw puzzles and finding that the best pastime of all. It's accepting someone as a whole, flaws, imperfections, cutesy antics and all.

Well, there is also Lost love, where those cherished memories that will always be tucked in some corner of my heart. In never regretting anything, but taking it all as a sweet, surreal experience.


"There's no end in LOVE-ing you my hubby and my dearest children" SassyLady /SassyMomma