Contemplating loves

     I don’t know if it is the words or the spirit within, but I could so deeply and passionately feel for that man. It is like “Him,” all over again. So open and raw and real. Those who so genuinely see me and cherish me that I want to crawl into their hearts and rest. I want to intertwine with their spirits and dance. And yet, they are not “the ones”. What does that even mean to a heart? A life? To this notion of love?
     A hundred words for snow, but only one for love.
     Cherish, Adore, Agape, Love, Namaste, what does it mean?
     Which love indicates what outcome? Which outcomes are acceptable? How can you love someone so deeply and still know that it is not the one which holds forever? What is the definition of forever?
     Perhaps the problem lies in the idea of 1) the right one, 2) one true love, or 3) marriage for eternity. These are not granted for everyone.
     A hundred words for snow, but only one for love. A hundred princess stories, and they all end the same.
      But is that the only way? The only path? Only the Prince that matters? What if the prince does not come, but the pauper is present, and the pauper makes you want to dance and rest? What if the pauper or you know it is not forever, what is it then?
     A worthwhile endeavor?
     Isn’t love always a worthwhile endeavor? And isn’t sincere human connection always love?
     Then throw away the tiara, consider yourself blessed, no matter the timeline, isn't it our forever? Isn't a connection so rich a blessing from above? To be so open with a human the ultimate experience? To have true passion is a once in a lifetime treasure, even if it happens again and again in short magnificent intervals.
     Love cannot be confined to societal norms and expectations, and it cannot be ignored if it comes in a different package.
     It is much too big.
     Much too grand.
     Much too essential.
     Open to it, and if it ends, hold onto it, deep in your cherished heart, and wait for it to come again, because if it was real, it is real, and you are loved.
     A hundred words for snow, but only one for love.
     A reminder to myself to be it, embrace it, and give gratitude when it is found.