I had messaged some of my friends/family members earlier today, wishing them a Happy Valentine’s Day. The mother of my somewhat of a boyfriend (he lives far away, so I am reluctant to call him a boyfriend) texted me back with words of wisdom about love.
She said: "Love is an interesting concept. We want it, we need it, we miss it, we fight for it, we can’t define it for quantify it. It comes and goes, it changes and lasts forever. You know it when you have it and you know when you don’t."
My response: And so many flavors of it exist; lover, parent, friend, humankind, to name just a few.
I was pondering this, and pondering over my conversation with glomund last night. I ponder because there is a significant age gap between us, with me being 17 years older than him. I began to realize that the age difference doesn’t matter so much. I likened us to being two pieces of a puzzle that fit together well. He thinks I am beautiful and I very much admire his voice. Both of us don’t think we have the qualities the other admires, and yet, we are pleased with the other.
So many characteristics we find pleasing about the other. I enjoy his concern for me and his frequent checks that I am okay. He appreciates that I care about his thermal comfort, as he is oftentimes far too warm for comfort. It doesn’t matter so much that one of us is younger than the other, what matters is that we bring out good characteristics in the other person. I could go on forever, but the points itself don't matter. What does matter is that we become better people because of the other one.
With love, one becomes the person one wants to be.