Love.
That’s right, love. Love and myself haven’t always gotten along. Usually I rush in, more for the idea behind love than for the actual emotion. The idea of being in love and the benefits that come with it entice more than whores on the steps of a temple.
Formally my thoughts on love were simple and juvenile. Love meant having someone care about you. Love meant getting things from someone “just because”. It meant sex. It meant that you had someone to do things with, you were never alone. Love was a MySpace update.
What I have learned is that Love, true Love is none of that.
True love is knowing that your wife is sick and determining to make her life as easy and full as possible. True love is taking in and raising 3 kids and making them excel at school when they had no support from the birth mother. True love is changing your entire diet because you husband has a severe allergy to a VERY common food source.
Love is sacrifice.
Love is worshiping your partner.
Love is kissing like no one is watching.
Love is not monetary. It cannot be bought.
True love cannot be forced.
I am lucky that I have finally figured this out. I am also lucky to have fallen in love with a wonderful woman who loves me as purely as I love her.
I love you, Haley. Sorry it took me so long to figure out.
~Sco
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