This is Love

“This is love. This is our movement, and our journey.” As these words escaped her lips, they reverberated through the air and by the time they reached my cerebrum I could only ponder why anyone would stake everything on one throw of the dice, one hand of cards; one..yet maybe it was just one word. Love. That had to be it. This stable idea seemed to be blatantly clear to her; like an inside joke that I had been left out on. For her, that was the alpha and the omega. There was no past, no future, there is only the present. Four letters spun together into a cognitive thought, an infinitesimal insignificance at first glance, but nothing could ever mean more. Yet, how a movement, I dared to ask. She smiled wide, and as her lips parted, she offered that this is our movement as a culture, as a people, as…as something more than just two individuals. In the chorus of beating hearts and full breaths that make up this planet, ours could beat and breathe just a bit different. This is the movement to be heard, to stand up and proclaim to anyone within earshot, “Here I am! I am everything I’ll ever need to be!” Empowered, confident, and determined; never have I felt these in such enthralling proportions before this moment. This isn’t just an idea though; this is the beat and tempo of our lives, the timbre of our thoughts and the melody in our hearts. It is the breath of air to ward off the aches in lungs after an underwater swim, the proverbial light in the absolution of the tunnel, the only thing…that really matters. I learned to live that day, seemingly for the first time ever. We laugh, we cry, and we sing. And we love. “This is love. This is our movement, and our journey.”