A vulnerability to love

Love is a rebellious bird,
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain,
if it suits him not to come.

- Ludovic Halévy

As someone perpetually single, I am known to say that I don’t believe in love. But the truth is that I fall in love everyday. I imagine an entire romance with the ginger barista at the coffee shop. We meet, laugh, love and break each other’s hearts in the four and a half minutes it takes him to make my coffee. It’s not just people. On days off, I wander around the city falling in love with a park, or a building, or graffiti words on a cracked concrete wall. The smell of barbecue in the summer or the crisp day in fall that reminds me of so many firsts. On melancholy rainy days, I fall in love with the miserable girl on the bus. Alone in my house of a hot summer day, I fall in love with the curve of my own hip in the soft light of sunset.

Maybe it’s the obvious vulnerability to love that keeps me so adamantly from falling in love with another person who might feel the same way. Sure, I would love them for that day or those beautiful minutes where our bodies are like flint, but what about tomorrow when I fall in love with the perfect words of a song, or a soft, muting snow fall?

3 Comments

  • By Shaun, May 16, 2013 @ 10:51 am

    You’re blogging again!
    I take it this is the same ginger barista you pointed out to me nearly a year ago?
    Ask him out!

  • By Shaun, May 16, 2013 @ 10:53 am

    Also, I apprecaite the point you were trying to make but any reference you make to flint has me in fits of laughter - isnt that just what you have always wanted?!

  • By Hezabelle, May 16, 2013 @ 12:21 pm

    Sadly, I found out that he is gay. hahaha. Even more of a reason that my relationships are imaginary.

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