Bob Thomas Writes

I often wonder why I love. Not especially you, but just love in general.

I think it’s because love un-directed is not love. It must have a destination . . .  a focus . . . a ‘target’! To not be able to love someone is to not live a full life. Or even a pleasant life. A life without love is nothing. Just years of sadness or discontent.   

 Love not returned is saddening, but it’s not necessary to have it returned. Only that it be acknowledged. As, “I know you love me, but I don’t love you back.” That’s O.K. Just as long as I have a ‘target’ for my love it doesn’t have to be accepted. You don’t have to love me, for me to love you.

 I think I would not be able to survive this life if I thought for a minute that I couldn’t love someone.

 I love you. I love people in my past. I love my relatives, my Son and close friends. My three beautiful adopted Nieces. Sometimes I see a child, or a beautiful woman or even a family that I have no relationship with. No knowledge of their name or history. Perhaps they just look like my concept of the ‘ideal family’.  I don’t know where they come from, or where they will go when I leave them. But, just by their actions or appearance or ‘something’ that I perceive but don’t see, they have made me temporarily love them. Perhaps ‘admire’ is more appropriate, but it feels like love.

 Of course the difference between loving someone and having someone to love is vast. Love, any kind of love, is a good thing. But having someone to share your love with is an indescribably good feeling. To hold someone close, feel their breath on your cheek, the warmth of their body next to yours is to know the ultimate true love. To know that another person would do anything for you – even give their life for you – is a feeling that can’t be told to anyone. Not because it’s a secret, but only because the words don’t exist.

I love you. Who ever you are.