I have loved with fiery passion. I have loved with ferocity. I have loved with all-consuming desire.
That is the love that I know and trust. That is the love that feels most real to me. Ahhh, but how things change…
This love sneaked up on me. This love slipped silently through imperceptible cracks in my walls. This love doesn’t burn – it cools and relaxes. This love is no fire; it is a cool ocean. In one moment, it is still and quiet, simply existing. In others, it rocks my body and my mind with wave after wave of emotion. Sometimes I feel like I may drown in it. At other times, I float along on top of it.
This quiet love scares me more than the fire. This love permeates through every part of me. This love allows me to, no – demands, that I think through my actions. This love will not countenance rash decisions or impulsive behavior. This love moves slowly, taking it’s time, knowing it needs nothing more than to exist.
This love does not destroy; it does not consume like fire. This love drifts, gently pounding against my walls, knowing that time alone will wear a path through which it can flow more easily. Right now, this love drips and dribbles in spurts. I foresee a time when it gushes and rolls through me, more powerful than any fire.
I am not so foolish that I don’t know that water can destroy as easily as fire. But the purpose of fire is to burn and destroy what was there in order to allow something new. Water’s purpose is to nourish and feed. Only when it comes too strong, too heavy, or too quickly does it destroy.
I won’t worry about the life-ending flood that may or may not tear down my banks. I will focus only on the gentle rolling of the waves while I float gently along.