How does a person make you feel when they walk into a room? Do you smile without trying when you see their name on your phone? If you don’t talk to them for a day do you get worried, nervous? That’s love, love is involuntary and simple.
Trying to control love, trying to control who you love is like trying to control the way the current of a river moves. It’s like trying to control the weather in Houston in the winter. You don’t control it, you live with it. It controls you.
We make love difficult because love makes us vulnerable. We put stipulations and requirements on who we should love and how we should love when it’s simple. Our hearts and spirits do that for us.
There’s this country song where the hook is, “I don’t want to make love, I want to make love last.” I thought that was a great hook but I didn’t understand it. If you’re making love aren’t in love? Isn’t that what separates fucking and making love? Then it hit me, making love even if you’re in love is just an action. Making love last means its more then the physical but the mental, spiritual and emotional parts of us that we sink into the objects of our desires.
The moment we choose to stop making love difficult and embrace that it’s most perfect when it’s simple is the moment we’ll find the happiness that eludes us.