The Love that I Love
I love Jason Mraz.
I think one of my problems here is that I have not done enough to hold onto myself. I stopped writing, reading, listening to my music- lost faith in love for a while. Where did I go? I stopped dreaming and it’s nearly drown me out. Well, I’m back, full force. I want to be a starry-eyed romantic. I guess I worried that being in college meant beginning ‘real life’; it meant growing up. I feared that if I didn’t this big scary real world would chew me up and spit me out- just as everyone thought it would. So I hardened myself; my outlook, my attitude, and more than anything else, my heart. In doing so I nearly lost sight of myself. There is a young pretty girl in a flowing white dress with wide eyes and an even bigger heart, and I put her behind bars. She withered. But all I need is room to run, to laugh, to dream and I’ll be back. I need more of ME in my life. The influences of my own personality, because otherwise I’ve become this tangled web of everyone around me and it has made me miserable. I want the Princess Bride, Beauty and the Beast, Jason Mraz, fields of wild flowers, daydreams that make me late (instead of laziness) and an appreciation for beauty.
My roommate asked me if she was high-maintenance to which I scoffed allowed and said, yes- yes you are. She asked what it was and whether it was a bad thing. I defined it as having high expectations for your relationship and significant other: demanding a lot of attention in the forms of time, effort, money etc. And decided that it is not necessarily a bad thing in small doses but that it is often abused to the point of gaining a bad rep.
Then she asked if I was high-maintenance. Again, I scoffed. I think I am the most low-maintenance girlfriend I’ve ever met. Well, my other-soon-to-be-roommate is, I suppose. But she’s been with her boyfriend for over two and a half years now, so I credit a certain amount of that to their level of comfort and security as a couple. I, on the other hand, am in a fairly new relationship and am still ridiculously low-maintenance. I don’t wait around for phone calls, or even expect them really. I hardly get jealous, and never to an extreme level. I don’t expect my boyfriend to pay for anything and don’t expect gifts except perhaps on my birthday. (Not even on Christmas because my birthday is so close to Christmas I am accustomed to getting Birth-mas gifts. And I think Valentine’s Day is a joke.)
I am about as low-maintenance as they come. The only thing I expect out of a relationship is loyalty and honesty. But gaging my most recent track record, I’d say that’s expecting a lot. The thing is, I return it. I am not saintly enough to say that I have never cheated. I was young and stupid and in love with someone else for years – and even those are not good enough excuses to make up for it. The boy I was with at the time has no idea and I could never tell him. We are too good of friends for me chance ruining it over something that happened long ago. Aside from that, it was a secret affair (which made it all the more appealing and thrilling at the time) and what good are those if everyone knows about them. But because of this, I am loyal to fault now. I am extremely trusting, loving, and adoring while I am with someone – and would not cheat were an opportunity to come up. I am sure of this in my heart. Even if Fred were to come home – as much as stupid heart still longs for that kind of love – were he to appear at my doorstep and beg for me back, I would go to Alex before anything else.
I guess I should come to a point, because I could talk myself in circles coming up with examples, scenarios, and analyzing my behavior patterns — I don’t love like other people do.
When I love, it is not shallow or fleeting, or forgettable. When I love, it is deep, sincere, wholly, life-altering (for me at least). And easy. God, it’s so easy for me to fall in love. That kind, the serious kind. The kind with implications. I almost wish that my heart had reins so I could hold it back before I fall on my face and get hurt. But it doesn’t. And after my train of thought today, I’m glad. Because if I were able to do that, if I try – like I have been recently, I lose myself. I lose a part of who I am. That is a major part of who I am and rare enough that it ought to be treasured. I’ve just got to find the right person who will do so. I’ve got to find someone who I can trust it with, who deserves it.
I need to be more picky. I wonder if that will make me high-maintenance. I don’t think I care.
