What does love mean to you?
Is it a feeling, or a place? Is it some one or some thing specific? Let’s talk about it.
For me, love is a lot of things. Love is the feeling I get when I see my parents for the first time in six months. It’s watching my niece giggle with excitement when Grammy sneakily steals a chicken nugget off of her plate. Love is laying in bed with my girlfriend telling her for the 500th time how much I adore the freckles on her lips. It’s going back to Eminence, Missouri where time never fails to slow down & the sounds of the river could put me to sleep. Love is the way I put SpongeBob stickers on my Papaw’s rear view mirror as a kid and they’re still there to this day. Except now the car is mine, and I can’t bring myself to get rid of it until the stickers disappear.
All my life I have searched for love. I looked high and low for someone to love me, so much so I felt that I was grasping at unlovable straws. something. anything. It took me a while – more than 20 years to be exact – to realize that I was too busy searching for someone to love me, I had lost sight of the idea of love itself. I am not going to pretend that there is a right way to love. All I know for sure is that the way I interpreted love was doing me a great disservice. It wasn’t until Christmas vacation of 2020 that I realized wait. I’m not doing this right.
I remember like it was yesterday – huddled up in my parents cabin. A house where fuzzy socks are always required no matter the outside temperature. My sister was pressing – “Let’s watch Little Women!” over and over again. I don’t know why she was pressing so hard, and I don’t know why I was insistent on doing literally anything else. However, there is not much to do around winter time in the Ozark Mountains. So alas, Little Women it was. I’ll give credit where it’s due, Little Women is an absolute masterpiece – all of it. But what was it that really shifted my perspective on love? This set of lines:
Marmee March : But do you love him?
Jo March : I care more to be loved. I want to be loved.
Marmee March : That is not the same as loving.
I’ll admit, it doesn’t hit as hard without watching Saoirse Ronan embody every bit of her character. So if you haven’t already, you should watch it for yourself.
But that was it – In that moment I realized I was Jo March. I cared only to be loved.
Over the last few years I’ve experimented with love – literally and metaphorically. I’ve let myself feel, rather than just think. I have quite literally followed my gut feeling at every turn, and no matter what I have always found my way back to myself. Which for me, has become the root of love. It’s cheesy, I know – but it really does boil down to loving yourself. I began going out with friends more often, doing things for me, indulging in the goofy things. And I stopped identifying solely as someone’s partner, or being someone that needed attention. I became myself.
I fell in love with the way my hip dips wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried. How my top lip practically disappears when I smile, and how playing the air guitar in the middle of the club is so much more me than shaking my ass.
Honestly, despite not being completely content with my circumstances, I began to romanticize my life. Call me naïve, but it works. It’s what led me to where I am now. Less worried about others opinions of me, or who likes me & more worried about who I allow to love me. Because honestly I’m a catch 😉
Even when life got really shitty, I never lost sight of who I was.
In fact, the moment in which I was the most ostracized in my life was when I finally took control of it. Isn’t that ironic?
To this day, my coming out reigns champion of the darkest time of my life – which is a story for another day – but still, I never once hated who I was through it. I never once questioned if I was doing the right thing for myself, and I never let the opinions & accusations of others define who I was. Despite just about everyone in my circle turning their backs on me, I stayed true to myself – that is love, and I am eternally proud of myself for it.
But of course, it wasn’t just self love that got me through it. It was the love that I chose to recognize in my everyday. Which doesn’t always feel like love. Sometimes it just feels like contentment or familiarity. Sometimes it feels like selflessness, and other times selfishness.
It’s watching my mom & dad build a log cabin in the Ozarks, because being parents doesn’t mean you have to stop chasing your dreams. Love is staying in bed all day binge watching an entire season of “Is It Cake?” with my girlfriend, even though we have a long list of chores and it was a perfectly good day to do something outside. It’s watching the way my bestfriend’s partner looks at her from across the room while she’s absolutely off her rocker. Meanwhile I’m thinking finally. someone worthy of her love.
These days, my relationship with love isn’t nearly as complicated as it was a few years ago. If you’ve known me for awhile, you’ve probably recognized the patterns. From the outside, I was practically the same person from the age of 10 to 23. Breaking my back to find the foundation for love – spoiler alert: it’s within you, not outside of you!
You know, I thought I did figure it all out – love is an expression of my relationship with myself. Then came Serrena. She had come into my life at a point in time where I wasn’t fully aware, but I needed her (which is a lot for me to admit because I am independent to a fault). I was in a space where I felt that everyone had abandoned me, and while I wasn’t waving any type of white flag, she still swept in like some sort of superhero, but more like a sapphic romance type of superhero 😉
They say you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else, which when I was younger is a statement I would’ve rolled my eyes at, but now I whole heartedly believe it. What those chock-full of wisdom fail to mention is how much more you love yourself when you find your person.
Almost instantly I knew this love was different, everything I thought I knew about reciprocated love was flipped on it’s head. I finally understood what butterflies meant, I understood the saying “when you know, you know” – another phrase I would’ve gagged at a couple of years ago. And suddenly Marmee March’s voice came into my head once again – so this is what it means to love and be loved.
I’m not saying I’ve never experienced love before Serrena. I hate to discount any of my experiences, as there are very few – if any – moments in my life that I regret. but my past experiences are full of comfortable love. Love to fill a void, even an abusive love… Although sometimes I wonder – were those experiences love, or were they an imitation of love in the form of attention?
But I am, however, saying that I’ve never truly been in love until I met Serrena. There’s an obvious difference once you discover it and I’m not quite sure how to explain it. If I tried, we would absolutely be here for hours.
You can’t change a person, but love can change you. Whether that be self love, romantic love, or platonic love. I encourage you to find your foundation for love. And not identify yourself within the love of other people, but rather within yourself.
I know that I haven’t found all of the love the universe has to offer, and I know that at times it will come and go. But if by chance I have capped out on my opportunities for love, I am completely content with my interpretation of it all.
I love you. thank you for being here <3
4 responses to “my relationship w/ love.”
Girl, I loved this. I have felt similarly (“I care more to be loved than to love”) and it’s a freaking journey. Loved this post 🙂
This made me nostalgic, it made me think , it made me laugh and it made me cry.
Also it makes me take a look at myself and go “self, you are loved”
Awesome article!
This is awesome. I hate reading but I enjoyed reading this. And you know if tell you If I didn’t. Good job honey. Love you
I love this! ❤️🌻🤗