The Thing About Love

THE THING ABOUT LOVE

The thing about loving is you never get enough of him. The way he holds his mouth that tugs at your heart. You can see that a thousand times, yet miss it when he’s not around. The way he pronounces certain words. Listen to him talk all day long, but when he’s gone you need to hear that, the inflection in his voice. You long for the sensation of his hand touching your body, your leg, your face. That never gets old. You never get enough of that.
And you realize that you’re trapped, as surely as a feral cat caught in a trap and release program. Hiss all you want, you can’t get out. The more you indulge, the more you need. Just like an addiction.
A dangerous thing, love. It’s like some mineral your body needs, only if you get too much of it, it kills you. Oh, but it feels so good when you’re with him. When everything you do together is a joy, mundane tasks become a backdrop for outrageous behavior, and you can never have too much laughter. Plus, every now and then he kisses you, for no reason. Yes, its addictive alright.
And, withdrawal can be hell. The pain of missing him is excruciating. You can practically feel him right there beside you, but open your eyes and he’s not there. Until he is, again, and you fill up your eyes and your heart with all the little details, squirreling them away against the next time you’re alone.
A dangerous thing, love. Not for the feint of heart. It takes a sturdy disposition to weather these storms. You have to learn to batten down the hatches and ride it out. Because you can never get enough of him, no matter what. That’s the thing about love.