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I think it may be slightly cheesy to post something about love on Valentineās Day, so Iām sharing this now. Iām generally a bit lethargic when it comes to loveā¦yes, Iād love to be romanced, fall in love, feel comfortable giving up some of my independence and relying on a special someone: all that mushy stuff; BUTā¦.
ā¦BUT I fall into the category of people who say, think, act, see, notice, react, feel āBUTā¦ā. It spares me from a lot of pain, heartache, frustration and trying when I easily see every problem with a potential relationship. It saves me from a lot, keeps me from a lot, spares me from a lot of thingsā¦things like bruises, concussions, scrapes, cuts and all the types of injuries that might be associated with falling.
I think that for most of my life, on almost every occasion, Iāve looked at the idea of falling in love, dating, letting my guard down as a risk thatās bound to end in bruises and scars. To some extent, probably to a large extent, I still do hold this view. However, my perspective has changed a bit in the past months. I still think of the butsā¦
ā¢Do you want to go out on a date Kalifa?
ā¦but it ultimately wonāt work out.
ā¢I really like you Kalifa.
ā¦but you donāt know what youāre trying to get yourself into, Iāll only disappoint you.
ā¢Iām willing to take that risk.
ā¦but Iām not. We wonāt be able to give each other what we each want.
ā¢How do you know if you never allow yourself to fall in love?
ā¦but if I let myself fall then maybe Iāllā¦
ā¢Then Iāll catch you.
ā¢Iāll catch you.
ā¦but you might catch me; breaking up, bruising, scarring isnāt inevitable.
Itās always risky when you close your eyes, fall back, and for a moment float in spaceā¦light, unstable, waiting to see whether the ground or someoneās arms will break your fall. Itās our perspective of that moment when weāre free-falling, momentarily not knowing up from down, slightly confusedāfeeling both scared and excited āthat decides whether we choose to love or be alone. I was pretty much stuck in the train of thought that falling back would inevitably lead to something being broken, but now I say, think, act, see, notice, react, feel that maybe someone will be there, someone will be able and maybe someone will be willing to catch me: someday.
Iām not sure when though. The reason my perspective has changed over the past few months is because I had leaned back. I allowed myself to fall, I briefly floatedā¦and someoneās arms were open to catch me; and he did catch me, and held me: for a moment. It was a beautiful moment, with one of the most amazing (albeit slightly* weird and annoying) people ever, and a large part of me wishes that it wonāt end. But then I fell. I rolled away. I still fell⦠It hurt. My legs were still wobbly from all the time floating in confusion, and I wasnāt yet ready to walk by the time he was ready to let me go so I could stand againā¦. itās no fun watching someone under strain.
Iāve come to believe again though that itās not that bad to risk a cut, or scar for the chance of being caught, held, loved and being gently lowered onto my feet until I can stand again. Maybe in the future Iāll recover more quickly from the free-fall and be able to stand steadily , or maybe in the future someone who is able/willing to more slowly lower me onto my feet again will catch me. I donāt know when it will happenā¦but I’m growing stronger and there will also be someone with the strength and patience to catch me when I allow myself to fall.
*Largely understated>_<