I Am These Many Years Old And on this day, I decided to figure something out — love.
I am going to figure out love today. I asked Siri to tell me the definition of love. What’s the definition of love? As a noun, love means an intense feeling of deep affection. Intense.
It feels like carbonated bubbles flowing through your veins. It feels like standing on the edge of a cliff and looking over. It feels like 136 miles an hour on my Gold Wing. Intense—I understand intense.
Intense feels warm and cold, hot and freezing, all at the same time. It takes your breath away, and I am humbled by how all that feels.
It makes you generous. It makes you smile. It makes you vulnerable. And you don’t care about anything but being in love — not knowing you’re putting yourself at risk, and you don’t care, because it’s love. Love hurts.
It’ll bring you to your knees and have you crying like a baby. It will break you if you’re not strong. Love will leave scars that cut you deep, so you can remember. Remember the first time you saw her, and it hit you like an electric shock.
She was all alone, standing in the cold. I ran right past her, but I stopped. Turned. Took a second look and said, She’s beautiful, and she’s going to be mine. Three days later, she and I were a couple.
My first love. A 1968 Chevy Nova. Burgundy metallic paint. Her name was Christine. She never let me down. Once loved, always loved — there’s no getting around it. You just have to admit it.
Getting your priorities straight early in life when it comes to love — you will thank yourself for it. I figured out, after all these many years, that it’s the order of things. I am getting my house in order.
Smoke that over.
I Am Human. R U?
Now smoke this over. The Hib—the most interesting man in the world — has found the cure.
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