I sat in the garden today, bathed in sunshine, marvelling at the beautiful blue of the never ending sky and I thought about love.
About how love gives you those blue skies, and on grey days helps you remember them.
How love helps you see the humour in tough times and smile like a Cheshire cat.
How with a partner you love you build memories together, share experiences with, enjoy the good times and comfort you in the bad.
How love means you have someone who listens to the little things, someone who lets you vent, someone who always seems to know the right thing to say at the right time and is always there.
Someone who would do anything for you, from the small seemingly insignificant cup of tea, through telling you that you are beautiful when you wake up before you are ready to present yourself to the world, to the grand gestures, the trips, the experiences.
That person, that one in XX billion who will be there whenever you need them, who thinks of you every day, who can’t go in a shop, hear a song or see a view without thinking of you and wishing you were there with them sharing it.
The voice that you long to hear, the smile that lights up a room, the hand in yours, the gentle touch. The arm around your shoulder. The fan club, the supporter, the best friend. The confidant, the carer, the listener, the rock.
The strength to support, the courage to stand up for you, the never ending undying type of love that can never burn out.
Love makes you feel things you felt less before love. It makes blue days bluer, cold days wam, music sing louder, tulips smell more aromatic, days too short and absence too painful.
It has no limit, it has no end, you know when it's real or when it's pretend.
“Love is a many splendored thing,
It’s the April rose that only grows in the early spring,
Love is nature’s way of giving a reason to be living,
The golden crown that makes a man a king,
Lost on a high and windy hill,
In the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still,
When our fingers touch my silent heart has taught us how to sing,
Yes, true love’s a many splendored thing.”
When love leaves it leave a hole, a hole in your heart, your mind, your soul, your life, your future. A massive gaping chasm of a hole. A hole in hope, a hole in positivity, a hole that seemingly is unfillable.
I need love.
All you need is love.
If you have love hold onto it.
Grip it tight.
Make sure you kiss it goodnight.
And when the day is dawning.
Kiss it again in the morning (even if it hasn't brushed it's teeth yet).
Mr Paul Wyse