A post about love
About a year ago (I can't be certain on the date) I told a man I loved him. I believe it was during a phone conversation late at night– and it was at least a week or two before he returned the sentiment. I have continued to grow in love for this man over the past year, and loving him has meant different things over that time. Sometimes it means different things every few hours. At first, and many times still, loving Matt was an affirmation of all I find within him that is a reflection of the divine – of his grace, his patience, his creativity, his love and care for others, his questioning and curiosity, his child-likeness. It is an interesting conundrum that loving Matt is a response to noticing how the God he doesn't believe in is expressed through him in the world. Loving Matt was also, and can also still be, be an inescapable realization of the relationship we have created, or allowed to take place, between us. An actualization of the chemistry, of the butterflies a...