Her friend laughed and asked, "who are you professing your love to?".
She turned her head to look at him, and said, "The stars. You see, us humans are made to thrive in love. We all look for that someone special in our lives, someone to belong to, someone who belongs to us. To be loved back when we love someone, to be cherished, wanted, to have that one person who feels like home even in the worst of times. We fall in love and fall out of love because we never found our home in that person. I've had my share of loved ones too, but no one was home for me, I have been used, abused, loved, hated and I've traversed the plethora of emotions, in between those extremes of love and hate, in my search for my one true partner. I am yet to find him...
You know, there was a time in the prime of my youth when I too, was a gorgeous, stunning young woman. Turning heads, breaking hearts, stirring the feelings of longing in the hearts of men and I guess women alike. At 45, I am now but a shadow of my former self. My hair has greyed with time and experience, my waist has increased in circumference, I have gained weight...some in the flesh and some in wisdom. I have lived a life which felt like pushing through a storm in the red sea. I made mistakes after mistakes after mistakes, but i guess that makes me human, and maybe sometimes stupid.", she smiled, looking at him.
She looked back at the sky and continues, "I have loved and lost and loved and lost again, but were any of my beloved truly the one meant for me? See, I believe that you need to find the one person who resonates with you in the same spiritual frequency, and that is when you find your better half. Everyone else teaches you something in their short time with you. What to expect, what to let go, what to hold on to, when to be patient, when to stand your ground, when to say enough, when to stick around and when to walk out.
Life happens to everyone. Each person has their own struggles to overcome. We get busy with the mundane and forget the needs of the heart. We get a job to pay the bills, marry the next best person, have kids, sometimes the marriage works and sometimes it falls apart at the seams like a cloth ripped open. We learn to live with our wounds and continue the rigour of societal duties.
In this hullabaloo, we lose our quest for love. It takes a backseat, soon to be forgotten. But when the kids go off to college and your bills are getting paid and life starts working like clockwork, the loneliness knock softly on your door.
We start craving those quiet bonding, those shared silence, that one simple glance that speaks a thousand words.", she paused for breath.
"Well, what about physical intimacy then?" he asked quizzically. Her words have started to make him think but he could'nt yet understand what he was thinking.
"Oh, that is important too, but when you connect with someone on a soul level, physical intimacy becomes something sacred too. Not a necessity, but something organic that happens when you both tune in. It's hard to explain. It's not like those relationships where physical intimacy dictates the course of the relationship; those are predominantly lust centered, even the excitement lasts till the intimate acts are over, there is no feeling of bonding and togetherness after that. This is different. This is a love where even holding hands can feel fulfilling in a complete and soulful way."
"So, the kind of love you're talking about doesn't need intimacy?", he asked, with furrowed brows, his confusion mounting like a cresting wave.
She sighed. "I guess I can't make you understand yet my friend. Maybe some other time."
She smiled and looked up at the stars and whispered softly once more, "I love you".
