LOVE by Robert Indiana
After listening to the speakers of The Moth talk about their stories of love, I felt inspired to recount three (short) stories about love.
Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought it would suit nicely.
First Love.
The very first time you fall in love, your emotions are completely pure, innocent and unadulterated. There are no thoughts of consequences (or, at least, very few thoughts in that aspect). The only thing in your mind and heart is your feelings for your first love.
She gazed into his eyes and she knew… that all the troubles, all the worries, all the things that seemed to block their future together would melt away like the winter snow outside her window. She knew she was whole-heartedly in love with him. She had never felt this way before. She didn’t know if the knots in her stomach were due to fear or excitement. She didn’t know if the beads of sweat forming on her forehead came from arousal or anxiety. All she knew was she wanted to be with him day and night. Everything seemed so natural and so right. Nothing could keep her away from him and him from her. They were first time lovers and they would stay lovers for all eternity (or that was how they felt.) Nothing could keep them apart, they believed.
Love Forever More.
Have you ever been so in love with someone so much that you didn’t see the crumbling of a relationship?
He loved her so much more each day, but she didn’t know how to accept that. He wanted to spend the rest of his life showing her how much she meant to him, but she wasn’t ready. He didn’t care though. He believed that with time she would change how she felt. He believed she would come to realize just how much he loved her and that no one else could love her the way he did. He genuinely believed that she would return his love. However, the day she walked out the door, she didn’t look back. He was heart-broken. He loved her too much to see the problems that had surfaced. He didn’t want to lose her and in doing so had grasped so hard at their love line that she felt strangled. By the time he saw what had happened, how his love suffocated her, it had become too late. He loved her so much. Sadly, too much.
A Love Lost.
The most unbreakable love is that of parents for their children. From the moment of conception, the parent is inevitably bonded to the child. The parent loves the child instantaneously. However, what happens when the child doesn’t reciprocate that love?
He loved her unequivocally because she was his blood and bones. He wanted everything for her and he did everything for her. He wanted the perfect life for her and he did everything in his power to protect her from the hardships in the world. Yet, the more he tried to pull her close to protect her, the harder she pushed away. He desperately wanted her to accept his love, but she denied it at every moment. He loved her and she hated him. What was he to do? He was her father. He had to protect her. How could he watch her ruin her life because she wanted nothing to do with him? How could he not do something when something had to be done? He was her father. He loved her unequivocally, but she didn’t care. Her love for him had disappeared a long time ago and nothing he did could bring that back. What was a father to do but try desperately to hold on to a tenuous grasp on a lost love?
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Happy Thanksgiving! Last year, I asked what it meant for a nation of immigrants. This year, I want to give my thanks because it has been amazing. 
Santa’s Gift to Me: A Strong Network
25 DecSanta was truly great to me this year! His gift? Giving me a strong network of amazing people: family, friends, mentors, co-workers, and more.
As I had mentioned before, up through Thanksgiving, I was thankful for 3 most exciting events (all, in some part, had to do with my network).
Well, in the past month, even more exciting things have happened (because of Santa’s gift):
And, this is on top of all the exciting projects coming up next year!
I know I am very lucky and I am so appreciative of every moment.
Like I had written on facebook and twitter this morning, even if you don’t believe in Santa, you can believe in the magic of sharing with your loved ones all the joy, laughter, and memories from the year as well as the amazing feasts of this season.
I know it’s been very magical for me this year, especially when I got to share with you, my reader, all my hopes, dreams, joys, pain-points, annoyances, and everything else. (Hope you had as much fun reading as I had writing.)
Merry Christmas!
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