I still remember how thrilling it is when the one you admire looks your way. You can feel your heart throbbing against your chest and the rush of blood under your skin. Sometimes, you blush. Often, you hide it away to keep yourself from being too obvious, pretending to be oblivious but still being grateful that they did glance your way.
And the first time you held hands, what a joy! The inexplicable warmth and comfort their hands could give you remain a mystery. How you wanted to keep holding hands all the time! And a warm embrace. Could you keep embracing until your bodies collide into one?
But like all things, there is a time to keep from embracing and a time to stop holding hands. And what used to be an exciting thing to do becomes tempered with consistency and reliability.
You know you can hold hands again, so it’s okay to not do it now, and perhaps continue with the work you’re supposed to be doing.
And from admirers to friends to lovers, you find yourselves finally contented with one another in silence. Even when things don’t seem as exciting as they seemed, you still stick with one another because you understand that the other will be with you no matter what.
From what began as butterflies and rainbows, mature relationships become a commitment you hold. And you don’t just stick with one another because of the thrill, you remain in each other because of love. And you are willing to serve one another, til death do you part because love is binding you as one.
I am grateful to love and be loved.
Don’t we all long to be known?
jessa 