Love Actually

I know of people who seem to be in love with love.

They associate love with the feeling of infatuation, the giddiness the goosebumps, the chills.

This is the kind of love we see in movies, the kind of love people write poems about. I don’t agree that this is love.

People have dubbed me as “bato”, “manhid”, too logical, cynical or even jaded because I don’t see love as they do.  I almost believed them.

I realized now that I do believe in love, but I know of love in a different way. I see this form of love everyday in different relationships and I am awed at how beautiful it is. I see it in so many ways:

• I see it in a couple with strong personalities who are both willing to look beyond the beliefs they’ve had since childhood to consider the possibility that maybe their partner’s point of view is right.
• It’s in a person who tries very hard to sugar coat what she needs to say in order for the partner not to get hurt.
• It’s when someone decides to leave everything comfortable and familiar in order to be in a place the other person is happy in.
• It’s when a person feels strongly that things are supposed to be done in a certain way but lets go because doing things the “wrong” way is very important to the other person.
• It’s when a person who’s used to having things done her way suddenly pauses to think about what the other person might think.
• It’s when a couple endures the pain and discomfort of arguing over a point knowing that this will make their relationship stronger.
• It’s when a person feels comfortable enough to be himself with another.
• It’s when a person tries out things he doesn’t particularly like because it pleases another.  
• It’s the security one gets when in a relationship

I see these in my relationship and in my friends’ and I realize that I like this kind of love better than any kilig I can get.