Author / journalist/ sexual education expert Shannon T. Boodram breaks down what she believes defines love. How would you define the world's most powerful word?
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We spend a lot of time debating what love is. We allow this argument because we are led to believe love is elusive, translucent, idealistic. But that's where I disagree, I believe love is tangible: as solid as this chair as visible as you and I.
There is a love that you cannot fake nor can you build with the very best of intentions or finest of tools. It is raw and red, aggressive and tender. Hot to the touch but biting cold when out of arms reach. It is both a blessing and a curse, a miracle and a massacre of your common sensibilities. Bear in mind, the love I am going to speak on happens only when your heart needs you to, not when your loneliness wants you to.
So, what is this love you ask?
Love is that smile that spreads across your face when it crosses your mind. Love is that twitch in your lip, flip in your stomach, wobble in your knees, sweat on your hands, ring in your ears, that tilt of your chin. It's that invisible weight in your head that makes someone's shoulder look like a field of cotton, it's that insatiable desire of your free hand to be chained to an outsiders, the magnet in your heart yearning to press up against another beat. Yet, don't let this twinkle fool you all of these side effects are not always sweet. The all-consuming feeling has ugly sides because the truth of it all is love in involuntary. Chemical reactions in your brain that manifest in your being making you as helpless as any other intrusion would. Worst of all, even if unrequited, undeserving, unethical, unreasonable, unhappy -- there is not much one can do . Love is transformative. The dreadfully vulnerable knowledge that you can lose yourself in someone else despite once knowing your own way so clearly.
Love is sacrifice and furthermore the will to do so beyond reason. If you need proof that love burns as brightly in someone else's eyes, sacrifice is truly the only litmus test. Sacrifice is what separates a passing desire from an innate hunger. What can't we change, what obstacle can't we hurdle if attaining the world's most spectacular feeling is at stake. The only answer can be next to nothing but in actuality there should be literally nothing. True love is true trust and the unflinching belief that it will never ask you to do more than you are capable of, even if that possibility extends beyond your wildest dreams, or fears.
To my love. My hard to hold, wild, unwavering, roller coaster, all consuming, imperfect, evolving love...
you are lost in the depths of my heart, tangled in the roots of my being, buried at the bottom of my desires -- so much apart of my fabric that I couldn't cut you lose without abandoning myself in the process. My love for you is like a weed. A vibrant dandelion in the most unlikely earth with roots too deep to pull & seeds too wild to confine.
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