Love

What is love? Is it found in the delirious or the mundane? Let’s investigate.

The delirious is the first kiss. The dance that lasts all night. The moment you accidentally tell her you love her. It just slips out, what can you do?

The delirious is telling your friends she’s the one. The spontaneous trip to Paris. The vacation in the Bahamas where you swam with sharks. You thought she’d be scared but instead she kept you calm. Who knew?

The mundane is the other side of the bed. The 3AM rollover where you don’t wake up because you’re comfortable. The cup of coffee she makes just right. The sweater she leaves at your place that seems to be permanently imprinted on the side of your sofa.

The mundane is her asking you how late you’re going to stay out tonight. The text message at 12:21 AM wondering where you are. Slipping in quietly at 5:42 AM hoping not to wake her. Telling her to calm down, it was just you and the boys.

The delirious is the fight that ends with her storming out. The 17 missed calls you leave her. The messages from your boys telling you to shake it off and come out with them. The endless doom scrolling on Instagram to see where she is cause she won’t reply.

The delirious is driving you crazy.

The mundane is the 18th missed call, the one that comes with a voice mail where you apologize. The flowers you send to her work. Telling your boys that you’re staying in and turning off your phone to sit back and think.

The mundane is keeping you from falling apart.

The delirious is the nerves waiting for her. The excitement when you see her strolling through the front door of the coffee shop. Stumbling over your words with tears in your eyes and promising her that this kind of night won’t happen again.

The mundane is the blank stare she keeps as you try to explain. The little hints of a smile she tries to conceal when you make light of the situation. The way she breaks just enough when she sees tears in your eyes. The way she cups your hand when you lay it on the table.

The delirious is seeing her order another coffee. She’s staying.

The mundane is love. It’s not always exciting or easy but it makes you feel like everything will be ok.