I spent the 24th of December traveling with older cousin to help him take someone home to her province. Along the way he talked about how people differ when expressing love and how my pain and fault is rooted in expecting something in return from showing love. He said that people express love in different ways so the trick is to learn to listen to the other person's language of love. Instead of expecting them to understand right off the bat how you show it. He had to learn this the hard way, as he was married before and is annulled now. The defining moment for him was one rainy day in Makati, where while out on the street in the rain under an umbrella he noticed his wife through a window coiffed, made up, and socializing with other similarly attired people. Love is a verb. You shouldn't expect anything in return. I countered that I believe that love is a decision. He agreed. I guess if you truly believe in a love worth fighting for you will make that decision. And do it.
What is your language of love?
My love consists of a decision and the keeping of a heart large enough to accept everything. I may be stubborn, overtly emotional, and melancholic. I may fall and stumble along the way. It may take me a while to learn things. But what I do know is that I am worth it and that my love is an action with every inhaled breath.
I do it.
That's a good Christmas gift I think.
